It is not my first time I felt it,
Lying on the sofa alone all around
And singing with pendulum of the clock.
Watching clock and counting for seconds
Waiting for something unknown to happen:
Holding a mobile or tab for hours
And after in break confuse and
Baking mind without a oven.
Truly nothing happen except holding a pen
With a book and copy in hand;
Painting Whatever pass in mind
Or building a palace of bottles and glass:
But still watching the clock
And waiting for that moment to end .
Free time is not always I want
To shake my mind and break-up with thoughts.
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Author:
Sonal monhyung (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2024 06:41
- Comment from author about the poem: Free time is for fun and work on the different type of hobbies ,but when it is for longer hours it turn into a boring moment.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
great one
Thanks you like it 🙂
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