there was one lame out of reef
kind, brave, humble and proud—paradoxically
Offered me fake warmth;
Instant joy; and vain affection
--a trifle
Like an Indian summer in the middle of a winter
he smiles when I smile but never asked me why
I was happy, really, but just for a while
Tons of presents and I was indulged partly though
Way back home and just before I sleep,
Boredom, anguish and vanity remains
I can’t sleep and my mind is gets so cruel
And the heart that’s feigning never hated me
Vexed in this timid estuary
I, with these roses, barefooted
..but he never knew
..Nobody knew
Laughter, the undiscerning pain
Gratitude, as the famous envy
I was glad though it’s not really me, but my desires
3 presence of innocence..
I was inspired, naught affections, even reflections
It’s just a face to begrudge
Love? The morose who never cares?
It doesn’t gives any sense
-Daughter of Whatsis
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