I tumble, tumble on the steps;
The never opened doors…
Is your heart made of stone walls?
That doesn’t have some gorse
I fumble, fumble for my words;
The never tried out speech…
Is my tongue made of soft nerves?
That doesn’t have strong reach
I jumble, jumble with my thoughts;
The never ripened fruits…
Do my feels bitter seek sweetness?
That never knew love treat
I grumble, grumble on my thirsts;
The never fulfilled needs…
Is your heart unwilling to share?
Those pretty memories
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-tumble-tumble-on-the-steps/
