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Mar 2014
we are driving to the farm
it'll take about 6 hours
and that's if there isn't much traffic
but it's worth it
cuz i'll finally be able to feel the country breeze
the feeling of escaping the city smoke can't be explained
the car is going really slow
my head is spinning
while my brother is secretly grinning at me
embarrassing me in front of grandma
night was lurking around the edges of the grasslands
and i was all ready to rest
but there was this weird feeling inside of me
making me feel insecure
that if i slept something might happen
but that didn't stop me
cuz i was already dreaming
about the grass under my feet
the sky above me
and the stream flowing beside me
finally we have reached
and i can actually feel the grass beneath my feet
even though it's a little more prickly
and even though the sky is in 3 shades of grey
and even though the stream besides me is filled with trash
it's better than the noise of the horns in the city
the traffic,the pollution,the grumpy people and the
hard cold ground on which nothing grows
the grass under my feet
is better than standing on floors made of concrete
Written by
shahzain mustafa  karachi,pakistan
(karachi,pakistan)   
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