Snoozing in the morning,
Staring at the screen,
Shouting of the vendors
Blaring in the speakers,
Fighting of the siblings,
Calling of the parents,
Brushing in the breaks,
Background of my learning.
Shouting of the tutors,
Asking "Are you there?,"
Answering "I'm here,"
But still unheard.
Blame it on the rain,
That makes me feel dazed,
Dreaming of wonderland,
But answering the call.
Staring at the clock,
Wondering of jobs,
I will never take up,
To feed my stomach,
That never shuts up,
For three times a day,
Sums up my day.
YOU ARE READING
Pouring Out
Poetry"If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty." - Rainer Maria Milke Poetry is present everywhere in our day to day life. Everything around...
