Sonnets

The Procrastinator

My mind runs fast, my heart does skip a beat;
Books lie in front while I use my damn phone.
They yearn to be read, and I feel the heat;
I grasp right then there’s something not yet known.

I drag my feet, I make excuses then;
But no, I don’t flip through the pages creased.
Oh, mind mine goes astray there once again;
I down a glass of wine, my thoughts are ceased.

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You look at me with what I call a smirk,
And your thoughts are kept hidden from my soul.
These are the thoughts that deep within just lurk.
Is there a thing that might just make them whole?

Your actions matter, pass by thoughts, you see;
The time is ripe for you now to hurry.

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SIDDHARTH VAMSI
SIDDHARTH VAMSI
1 month ago

Nice!

Sheela
Sheela
1 month ago

Nice lyrics.

Roshan
Roshan
1 month ago

Amazingly written!

Roshan
Roshan
1 month ago

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Rishabh
Rishabh
1 month ago

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Leanto
Leanto
1 month ago

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Vicky
Vicky
1 month ago

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REJINA NAIR
REJINA NAIR
1 month ago

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ganesh
ganesh
1 month ago

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SEEMA NARULA
SEEMA NARULA
1 month ago

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Naman verma
Naman verma
1 month ago

Nice poem

Mayank Sharma
1 month ago

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