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. :)

Your love on your cousin is equal to your love on your dear sister.expressing your affection through poem is very good.may God bless you all. From Pushpa patti
ReplyDeleteSuper Shriyandhaa. Poem on your cousin sister is very nice expression of your love affection towards her. May God bless all of you.
ReplyDeleteThank you di,.You are the bestest cousin...
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