The time to leave home,
For me has apparently come,
Will see you soon..said a sweet cute chum.
Is it a story bygone,
When I said my room...
It used to be back in my home.
By the simple expedient
Of the rules of world,
Babies have to leave someday,
Nest of the mother bird…
Cry will I, don’t want to go,
Though I had known about this
From the interlude,
When I still had to grow.
I will miss your voice
Embodying the acerbity
About all the slack and loathe
Encountering me.
I will miss those caring pats on my back,
I will miss those taunts for being so fat.
I will miss being in a place
Where I feel so sheltered.
I will miss singing in that balcony
So eye-fillingly well-favored.
Yes I know I’ve got to go,
But can’t stop myself from saying, No,
Mom I don’t want to go…:’(
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3 comments:
mind blowing.....
if its ur original piece of writting then i must say.....
spendthrift!!!!!
although the poem is a bit mawkish but its beautiful......
3 cheers~~~
-jay
yeah ! sounds as if u plan to go directly to sasural from the place where you are now LOL!
ahem...a good one though! and i see u r using heavy words too...CALORIE RICH WORDS THAT IS! ;)
u know wat, i read the poem backwards..and it sounded great..put it the other way
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