From morning till night my life swoops down,
Tiresome it might seem, in love I am in,
I love the four walls of my room,
They see me growing everyday.
I love the ceiling over my head,
It keeps telling me that God is overhead,
I have worked day and night,
Boredom I do not dislike.
Dreams are not so high,
The tides make them die,
And here I wait for no one,
As there is stillness in the sky.
Cocoon is warm inside,
Hardly I go outside,
From visitors I try to hide,
In my bed I sleep tight.
For growth we need to go soul inside,
Not this daunting World outside,
How do I tell this world?
I am not that girl they saw a few times.
Tiresome it might seem, in love I am in,
I love the four walls of my room,
They see me growing everyday.
I love the ceiling over my head,
It keeps telling me that God is overhead,
I have worked day and night,
Boredom I do not dislike.
Dreams are not so high,
The tides make them die,
And here I wait for no one,
As there is stillness in the sky.
Cocoon is warm inside,
Hardly I go outside,
From visitors I try to hide,
In my bed I sleep tight.
For growth we need to go soul inside,
Not this daunting World outside,
How do I tell this world?
I am not that girl they saw a few times.
You have a great rhythm and expression in your words! You're conveying your feelings beautifully!:)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Kitty. You also are an amazing writer.
Deletebeautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Fahima.
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