Drops Comments

everything beyond one's reach, we, the mortal mass, leave it at its fate, blaming it is a riddle. but, i find a sensible heart that has great concerns for varied angles of life over those words cast over the digital ambiance. seems, scopes of interpretations are still high. keep penning. good. rgds.

your creative experimentation... a mysterious poem, may be it's portaraying life that's why mysterious!

A riddle kind of poem. Twisting