DEEP INTRICACIES..

When she digs deeper

nothing but the soil

of intricacies

come into hand;

doesn’t know what 

it is

but they

are

pearls of wisdom,

with her hands

full of them.

She looks again

at the painting,

this time with a

deeper 

glare of hands,

doesn’t know

how to manoeuvre with

acrylic

with her hands full

of paint.

She plays the violin

with her mind to it,

couldnot understand 

the tune that she made,

despite 

her hands are attuned to

the rhythm

that she could no longer replay.

Humms with the sweet voice

that her throat possess

but

singing is not

for what, she was made..!

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