Fifth January
The day
I was born on this luminous earth
With great worth
People grow up
But I am still a new
As I knew very few
Unaware of even mind’s blow
Don’t even mean word’s flow
Sky is too high
Beyond of my eye
I still turn lips
On every comment
Just watch the crowd
With proud
Being one of them
I am said
As I am bad
Can not stand before them
As a competitor
I don’t know playing games
My silly acts get frames
But I can’t spread pains
Fail to get gains
Very happy I am
Being fail
Being foolish
Being emotional, impractical,imbalance
अच्छी अभिव्यक्ति ..................
ReplyDeleteAs a competitor
ReplyDeleteI don’t know playing games
My silly acts get frames
love it--flenardo
your words work like emotions in this poem. Nice expression of attitude of a child
ReplyDeleteyour words work like emotions coming from a child.expression of pure thought.
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