"incharge" poems
A dark cold night,
I lay down to think.
My thoughts wander off to places they've never been,
And I fail to trace them back,
Then others just fall back on my mind,
And remind me that I'm mortal,
And quite hopeless without faith,
I try to brush off those thoughts because I want to feel incharge of myself,
But I eventually get convinced that I'm not.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
A cruel King was Angry a Day
He saw a blockage on his way
He called everyone on his Court
“Who is Guilty” he wrote
“I want person” he banged
“The guilty man would be hanged”
The roadmaker stepped out
“I’m not guilty” he did shout
It was not too small and not too large
It’s mistake of road incharge
Road incharge inspect and detect
But he saw that the road was perfect
So who’s mistake was there in it
Then who made that blockage pit
Then a perfect plan was in layer
Now the Majority will declayer
“King should be hanged” Every said
As he was cruel and was bad
The king was hanged just then
And was never seen again
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC