Some days are crooked all over;
They love to start with moisture.
When you wait for it to end,
They end with a downpour.
Even though misty and damp within,
It is windy and dry outside.
Crumbled leaves spread all around,
Still you got to be calm and quite.
You try to hide from some, you can’t,
They just peep in and hear.
You try to share with some, you can’t,
They just close their ear.
5 comments:
Hope the day got anyhow over,
N Night washed everything wid little shower :(,
Now, Wear a smile like fresh flower :),
Lead your path like usual..
N Make the 'world' your follower...B)
niceeeeee....... B-)
Its really wonderful...Keep it up!
yes so true.. those you want to share with wont listen and those you want out will keep harassing ... and peeping...
lovely poem...
Bikram's
i likes it...:)
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