A germ it is
Growing in anonymity
Forever irritating
Until acknowledged
A thought it becomes
Once acknowledged
Yet it sits waiting
Awaiting action
So many peers
All awaiting action
For action on an idea,
Seldom the idea sees
Big or small
It can be
Foolish or clever
It can be
Known or unknown
It can be
But it was born
For the mind created it
Yet many die
In anonymity
For reasons not
In their hands
Yet they come up
Like frogs after rain
For mind is never quiet
Churning idea after idea
Yet the longing
To be acted upon
Is its only desire
For it is its destiny
Thanks Shilpa!
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