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Jan 2019
me
a person who,

apply feelings instead of brain
though the ending result is same
always that unending pain

i love enjoying rain
the tears of heaven
that only shower
relief my pain

i smile at the sky
i converse with it
it replies
with those beautiful shapes of clouds

i criticise myself,
my life, my fate
knowing everything
still unknown

always thinking
an unsung song
which always wanna come out of me
but is hidden somewhere
like a lava of volcano
i wish i find it
to know who am i

i always wish to be a good person
so that even after worst
i still come up the best
but then some incidents
proves me rude from the rest...
i cant completely know who am i, still searching , finding ways to make myself respect me
Bhawna
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