I am a part of light,
in the deeper sides of my heart.
My father, is the keeper of the world,
the soul's wind region.
I am sitting here, looking at the people.
They seem so strange.
Always telling me to smile.
Why should i?
Its only an expression, or a means to show our light.
I don't need that.
I need a tool to carve,
a new life for myself.
Here, i have my teachers with me.
They talk, and make me believe.
That this illusion of hope will help me,
to walk further and grow.
Is it true?
My father is not here, i am having no shield for my heart.
In the class, i can feel.
That the people seated at the last,
are talking again with their partners.
is it my fate?
yes, its my true self.
I am so lonely.
I am counting stars at night,
for i have no one shine for me.
I can just look above.
Father, can you see me.
YOU ARE READING
The desert kept going
PoetryA boy, has recently joined the magic school to hone his skills. He is the son of the god of light, and he was not ready for a sudden change. He is alone, and finds it hard to mingle with humans. He feels his head as heavy, and writes a diary to reco...
