Nothing did matter,
when, living meagre.
Things were bore,
to the core.
Name, place, animal, things,
were mere nouns.
When i deliberated,
to observe those, that never mattered,
ignorant senses, have since been, on sprint,
waking me up from, those, dull sleepless nights.
Scattered in every nook and corner,
i have much knowledge, to gather.
By observing things, in detail,
never ever is a moment, dull.
For this transformation,
i am getting much appreciation.
( I dedicate this to Venkatachari sir whose nail polish hub inspired me to write this poem.)
Do you get bored?
© 2015 Hari Prasad S