The Infinite Thoughts Poem by Smrithi Padmakumar

The spores of evil,
The seeds of revenge,
The glory of love,
The air of comfort,
The agony of thoughts,
The memoir of guilt,
The misery of lives,
The dream of an age,
The smile of solace,
The edge of silence!

If I jot down,
Its infinite
Because-
Emotions sprout and die!

The bud awakes in hopes and
Dreams and dreams-
And-once
The scaffold calls;
It just cremates
Its dreams and falls off!

Hates to be convinced
As fate-because-
Thats for a coward!
Its this world;
Its fake mask-
The hollowness of-
Human minds-
Portraying the best-
As worst!

So let it end its play-
And let the wisest
(the so called)
Use heart along
With brain!
And then,
We will see,
What prevails!
Smrithi(dated 14-3-2012)