Stagnant

Stagnant  
Its nights and days
All mundane
Its nights and days
To entertain others
With writing and dancing.
Its nights and days
With chirping birds
And silence at night
Stagnant and still
Is life within
Some say I’m running
Some say I’m still
I feel its mundane
I still want to entertain
Stagnant and still
Is life within
Some say stay mundane
Some say entertain.
Stagnant and still
Is life within.
June 12, 2012 Copyright@Vinita Singh
I am an Indian born in India and raised in the U.S.A. I am a creative nonfiction writer who loves to write poetry and prose. I have written books as a co-author and I am the Author of Vinita's Short Stories. #Give me a word. I can make a story. #Give me a word. I can make a poem. #Give me a song I can make a dance.

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