I am a
little kid of five,
My dreams
are real and no disguise.
I wonder what
it is all about,
But there’s
no one to clear by doubts.
I often
dream of a marshy land,
Where I go
deep none holds my hand.
The voices
around go vague and low,
I don’t know
where am I to go!
Buried in
the deep from head to toe,
Got no
friend around, not even a foe.
My mind is
baffled as the place is not acquainted,
I get a bit
scared as it seems to be haunted.
Lonely I
wonder here and there,
Crying aloud
in the hope, that a word I may hear.
I try my
best to reveal the concealed,
Alas!
Everything around seems permanently sealed.
Suddenly all
the things start to tremble,
And it looks
like time’s great gamble.
And yes I
know where I have reached,
Here all are
self consumed and mouths stitched.
This scene
of my life’s drama, is set on a different stage,
Here I am,
in my Teenage!
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