Behind the clouds Is the hidden sky, so far, Behind the plasters, A nasty scar, Behind the curtains, Are bright windows But behind a mask - It is not for show. Not until you tumble into the trap, Stay trapped there, in disguised gloom Without realising it - And then go deeper and deeper To discover what really looms. Then realisation strikes - How they behaved, how they feigned The hidden meaning behind every wave You've found it. And the rage, You try to stifle it with much courage, But instead, burn down the page, And whoops - that leads you to your cage. But in the end, the mask is gone - To reveal an atrocity, so from it begone Don't explain, on its own will it dawn - Upon others, just the way it did on you - Ignore their every scorn. Just wait for their mask to be openly torn.
Random thoughts - poems - stories - ramblings - drawings - scribbles - musings - chatter - of a 12 year old kid. :)
You have described the beauty of garden in simple words. Great.
ReplyDeleteSuper cute poem dear.
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ReplyDeleteYour poem took me to your garden and I enjoyed the gentle breeze in your thoughts. Wonderful
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I enjoyed the gentle breeze in your thoughts wonderful garden poem.
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Very beautiful description Shriyanda. I enjoyed it.
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ReplyDeleteSo cute poem.i can see ur garden from ur description.
ReplyDeleteWonderful dear!! Ur garden looks pretty like u!! Super description...keep writing dear
ReplyDeleteLovely Shriyandhaa! Keep writing. You seem to express your thoughts with ease and clarity. Keep it up!
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DeleteThank you so much Viji miss
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