All my angels are hidden & sillent
Cause they know I don't want a war
All my devils are sleeping in peace
Cause they know I can't go that far
No hope left for that burnt jungle
Only fire lifting up scattering in sky
Oh , what a great fly!
Breathings turnin to ashes
One-day will grow into tall grasses
LIFE was once very simple
Now it's getting more simpler
No feelings no emotions
No desire no chaser
Now she is sitting to see the same view with her elder daughter
In that balcony corner
And I've opened the blue glass window again,
to see those TALL GRASSES
drinking rainy water.
- Author: laxmi priya ( Offline)
- Published: September 9th, 2023 13:50
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem about how a young mind looks at the calm picture of old age
- Category: Sad
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