DAYS….
-Kriti Khatry
What is it that reaps the air?
What is it that fills it?
What really happens when I breathe into it?
What is it?
A start suddenly becomes an end
All you win is now somehow less than the one you lose
And me…Awestruck
For all of this happens in one
No prior notices, no problems
The butterflies of course reduced to none
And you don’t see all you won and
The memories you made
Looking back..
It all feels very dumb
Through all this..
I feel like a little child
Wanting to at last hold a hand
And stear through everything
Like nothing ever happened
That can never happen ,can it?
And now a soft breeze whispers
Calm down
A wind now pats my back
And the rain falls on me
Like teardrops
I have way too many more to shed
One response to “DAYS”
Bhai I’m sold