Standing on my terrace, looking at the view below,
The jungle of concrete and greens alike,
I wish I could with the wind flow.
Perching on the parapet, I could above arise,
Reaching the heavens and the clouds alike,
Fly like a bird, carefree and reckless,
Dance like a ballerina, midair and stringless.
Swoosh here and there, round and round the city,
Perch on every branch of every tree,
Smell every fragrance, feel every breeze,
Laugh myself giddy, and do it with ease!!
Standing on my terrace, looking at the view below,
The jungle of concret and greens alike,
I know my soul can with the wind flow!!!
1 comment:
well...i guess results of your being confined in the room and studies...good..u are in such a bliss right now that u can churn out plenty more..its like a heart waiting to be set free...to admire the beauty of anything and everything...
i donno why i am saying this, but the first thought that flashed across was, u can be better still..i like one thing about your poems..u are the center of everything in your dreams..i wonder how could someone see the dream of the one in your dreams..that would be more like a challenge and maybe you can come out with something more than beautiful..
try it..
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