Zen Poem

Zen

Neetu Wali
When God dropped me down,
He dropped me black and white.
Where did these colors come from?


When God dropped me down,
He dropped me dumb,
Where did these words come from?


When God dropped me down,
He dropped me from a deep hush?
Where do these sounds come from?


When God dropped me down,
He dropped me just like that,
Where does this mind come from?

When God dropped me down,
He dropped me senseless,
How does these senses cultivate inside me?

Published by Neetu Wali

I belong to the beautiful state of Jammu and kashmir from India. I have done masters in business administration  View profile

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