The war has been called off owing to bad weather.
Will we ever get our heads together?
I’ll leave that one hanging there, in the air.
I thought of numbering the lines in this poem for ease of reference, but decided not to, out of deference.
I defer to your brain power, holy hour.
I had various thoughts running through my head such as will anyone ever listen to me, I do exist, you see.
I am a real cup of tea.
The best is yet to be.
Am I mad or glad or sad?
A choice of three.
I’ll wait and see.
20th March, 2017