After closing the door Keeping myself indoor As it wasdrizzling And to move out, i was unwilling I sat down to write a poem Thin wind was blowing Evening was not glowing There was no light outside But bat's movement was wide A bicycle along with a boy was seen Near the vacant tree standing serene As I started writing the poem No breeze blowed No bicycle was found No boy was seen
These dark days Are beautiful as The bare, withered tree. The birds are gone, But the gray is silver. I have not yesterday, But I learned the love Of the beauties of today.
Life is turned upside Feeling like we’re going round and round Please make it stop When will this end My dear, it’ll happen When your new journey begins Be patient with life Dodge the curveballs that are thrown at you Breath and relax, it’ll get better When it’s all suppose too