- Vol. 08
- Chapter 04
Juggling between cornucopia of images,
That keeps swishing around in thin air,
And nettles covering an overburdened brain,
Cauldron of confusion simmers silently,
Do I mediate wisely between,
Geometrical symbols waging war with historical figures?
Languages travelling beyond realms of continents to an uncharted territory?
Or stay sheltered while,
Reactions fortify an invisible enclosure?
I wish I had a magic wand,
To summon knowledge succinctly out of my woolly brain,
And present it at my beck and call,
While the answer paper looks at me beseechingly,
Time slips away,
Prudence refuses to react,
All that I can muster is a heavy grunt,