Lunges, it arrives <br />Departing, yet it thrives <br />The mystery is created <br />But never abated <br />Righteous and deprived <br />Ignorant and pacified <br />Lurking around and then <br />Out in the open it pounds <br />It strikes in all directions <br />Nor trivial nor specified <br />without any resurrections <br />Rumored to be benighted <br />Fascinating, alighted <br />Lunges, it arrives <br />Departing, yet it thrives.<br /><br />Akanksha Bajaj<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-thought-12/
