Every night, I bring myself To stare up at the sky - But turn back home, with a frown on my face, Clouds blocking stars, showing wry. Every morning, I peek out the window To marvel at the sea above - But turn away, losing hope, Cotton figures, masking what I love. Every time I see the clouds, I curse them, with all might, They don't deserve to be up there, Ruining the bright days and starry nights. And one day, the clouds finally went away, And I stargazed in much peace. But suddenly, the sky felt a bit empty - Although dotted by the stars, without fake fleece. In the mornings, the sun burnt the pavements - And something inside me missed watching The white shapes that merrily float past - I didn't realise they had much meaning. Though much couldn't be seen, they brought A wholesome feeling - that you probably can't see - You only can, when one day, The clouds decide t...
Random thoughts - poems - stories - drawings - musings - chatter - of a 13 year old. :)

Wonderful thought with wonderful words shriyandhaa and you are wonderful girl.you also teach us sometimes.so happy teacher's day for you
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Excellent Shriyandhaa...you definitely have all your teacher's blessings on Teachers'Day...keep writing dear... Subhashree ...your Pushpa Patti's friend
ReplyDeleteI am Shankari your paatti's friend. All poems written by you are superb Shriyandhaa. Expecting more a d more from you. God bless you.
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