I moved a little. Desire to vennture great distances <br />Within the humane reathings. But I fail. A small day of limited hours <br />Get immersed with the metallic sounds of a chisel <br />No matter what distance I traverse-love rings out. Aarati Azaan <br />Tender moderation of blissful conversation <br /> <br />I dream for forgetting the chisel, its chipping, the artistry <br />And beneath the boundless emanation of dwon, day after day <br />I listen to the <br />Self composed sounds Thuk.......Thuk........Thuk.........Thuk.....<br /><br />CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/idiot-2/
