When I hold my pen for poem,
I don't know the wanderers of world,
My strokes of the words brokes,
Still I put my heart on works ,
A four line on a white page,
Made by me ,waited for ages,
No eyes to admire my words,
No soul was there in my worst,
Losing hope , disencouraged,
Thinking I'm not capable,
Crushed the paper of my poems
Along with my dreams .
Garbage is the only one,
Except me to read my poem ,
In a child's heart, sorrow is a part,
After years i lost my fears!!!
This poem is a journey of mine about writing poems. After a long time I am again writing poems now🤩.
~Shashi
YOU ARE READING
THE WORLD OF MY FANTASY.//Poetry//
PoetryI'm a blind (metaphorically) who can only able to feel. Like i can only feel your smile when you read this , i can feel your sadness when you wipe your tears while you read this. I can feel your heavy sigh when you can relate to me...
