Friday, March 13, 2015


Sweeping through the rut of dust,
She moves around wagging her broom.
Monotony fills the dust pan,
As she smears smiles around.
Everyday I see her sweep. Is it not boring?
I wouldn't do it you know, monotony!
It kills. Takes away all fun.
How d'ya do it? Obsessed?
"I love you. Love makes all interesting."
I fell silent.
For now, sweeping is meaningful.
And beautiful.
Love makes it!