Prying eyes peel, Head to heel. Necktie of noose, That will never come loose. This paper in hand, Fills stomach with sand. Full yet famished. Not even astonished. The door is there, But there is a fare. One step away, Yet may lead me astray. But the path beyond, Is more vast than a pond. No shore ahead. Nor a stead. Worth more than gold, Is the heart of the bold. Poem By Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam
Art of Cimeries 