Poem: Sorted
Some are sorted people. I am unsorted. So I am … a poet.
Poem: Sorted
Sorted — every piece of the puzzle fits
Happy, content, and on the high ground
Ah, there are no unmet desires or regrets
It is about sailing on the smooth seas
A still breeze, no music, waveless seaUnsorted — square peg in a round hole
Defiant heart out of sync with the smiles
Ah, miracles did happen yet just that
The undercurrents don’t matter –
Because who cares beyond a point
Stormy mind, soaked in music, savage seasOh, the bargepole that I hold on –
The verses of My Universe
Hopes live in every ebb and flow
Of the River that has flowed
The water crossed the bridge –
A miraculous tryst, hard to fathom
Yet, the waters would never be the same
A resigned acceptance as the river moves on
The unsorted shall remain — unsorted.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2024
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