What to Say

There is nothing to say,
sometimes every thing is done
and said. Nobody wants much,
and there is not much sense to make.

People have doors to close,
and they use them.
People have heavy lids,
they let them fall.

We just want to let go,
sometimes. We want to let our
thoughts fall like dried leaves,
of an exhausted autumn glory.


megha punater said...

wah, its lovely

Sagar said...

megha~ Thanks :)

Anonymous said...

was googling...dunno how come i reached here, but, am happy i did.

some marvellous poetry on your blog. Kudos!

will have to visit your blog often now on...



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