I open my eyes
Sitting by the window
Can hear distant cries
Loud, louder they grow.
Vast stretch of woods infront
And a stream flowing past
Dark and dull the sky has turned
Scary shadow is being cast.
Not a single leaf fluttering
Not a bird in sight
Stunted trees stand still
Opening arms out to sky.
I hear a mother's call
A painful yell
My breath- I hold
The air, so stale.
Everything has changed
Nothing sheen is left
Shadowy shackles have clung
Every bit of warm sun rays.
I have tried my best to come up with this poem and I wish readers like this piece of literature.
Having a good time at home and importantly 'M loving to blog.
Sitting by the window
Can hear distant cries
Loud, louder they grow.
Vast stretch of woods infront
And a stream flowing past
Dark and dull the sky has turned
Scary shadow is being cast.
Not a single leaf fluttering
Not a bird in sight
Stunted trees stand still
Opening arms out to sky.
I hear a mother's call
A painful yell
My breath- I hold
The air, so stale.
Everything has changed
Nothing sheen is left
Shadowy shackles have clung
Every bit of warm sun rays.
I have tried my best to come up with this poem and I wish readers like this piece of literature.
Having a good time at home and importantly 'M loving to blog.
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