I speak in whims,
you hear a glimpse
of sanity, pain, or grief
Yet there is no understanding.
Chitter-chatter, pitter-patter
I hear the world breathe
In verse, it reads
"Oh the tranquility of nature!
Beautiful, and peaceful"
The children near me rattle
They hiss without pith
I dreamt of bliss one night
Only to be interrupted
by a neighbour's fight!
But the world, so vast, so beautiful
issued me a degree in the art of breathing
and so I had learnt to articulate my voice
Thoroughly in this peaceful noise I spoke
Oh, the heavens simply broke!
I was the star of my world
and in that blissful remembrance
broke the painful encumbrance
That I was just another
in this bustling city