the birds sheltered, the leaves are wet,
my eyes sore, I've hardly slept,
the same song keeps playing from that darn cassette,
Morning light, the sky is ripe,
the birds are chirping, in hunger, in fright,
im right beside you, just out of sight,
some dreams take off, some need more fight,
Morning breeze, the sky is fading,
the birds fly away, time for grazing,
the mind is awake, my eyes are sleeping,
you're the only dream worth dreaming,
Night is here and morning's gone,
the birds in their nests, as darkness is born,
seven minutes of a moment, is where I truly belong,
the clown dries his tears, for the show must go on.
8 comments:
beautiful composition!with good rhythm :)
@sowmya: Thank you :)
Hey, won't mind if the song is good...just kidding:) I absolutely love your style of writing. And, as you said show must go on, we need a regular dose of your poetry...:) Lovely...
@Saru: Thank you so much for your compliment and yes the show will keep going on as long as I can :)
Hmm.. melancholy is always nice to read.. and ur poem, adds different layers to itself.. how funny that we are all clowns just trying hard to impress others and forgetting to live for us!
@KP: Thank you, I don't consciously try to create layers, I guess it's a instinctive style I have developed which comes forth without any obvious effort. Thank you for liking :)
Beautifully written man!
@Adi: Thanks man! :)
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