The Busy Man

by Venkat

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So busy I was
Feeling the corners
The heart, slipped
Out of my hands

So busy I was
Choosing the colors
The bird, flew
Off the window

So busy I was
Placing the words
The thought, lost
Its way on my mind

So busy I was
Buying your gifts
The hands, forgot
To hold your arm

So busy I was
Measuring the depth
The feet, never moved
To cross the river

So busy I was
Searching a meaning
The love, shrunk
Waiting in thirst

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