May 2019
For so long
I was comfortable with storms,
thunder, lights, dark sky and heavy rains.
Now to me it's only normal
and you
still think it's unlucky
vile.
I was comfortable with storms,
thunder, lights, dark sky and heavy rains.
Now to me it's only normal
and you
still think it's unlucky
vile.
It would be more good if I name this poem 'perspective' but I am feeling too much confident about this perspective of any two persons that I named it as DEFINITION.
