poem

Where I am is just another room Trapped was the feeling of yesterday Hoping today I find an exit Now,…

If only I am a deep thinker I would’ve written a poem For I know her thoughts are deep I…

If life were easy I would walk this land barefoot Just to feel these cold stones On my cold dry…

Glide through Slice through Sleep not child No time to linger This world, too fragile to lean on Heed not…

grey sky above coloured leaves and trees- gatherings from the wild

Night, greatest dread of every kids Monsters out of every openings Never goodnight, till tomorrow Not one is safe from…

‘He has deserted us,’ they cried Nothing to rely on safe their belief The sound of their cries went up…

swaying to and fro on the clothesline – sunset The beauty of nature, we are too busy or too sick…

red rim sun above dark clouds – survival

Clay and water Sieved and pounded Moulded and shaped of His hands Why do you then boast? Of these riches…