I wonder how
I wonder why
My moods keep changing
Like the sky
Rarely I am calm
Sometimes I am sad
Sometimes I am happy
Mostly I am mad
When I just scream
And become sad
You can surely say
This girl is being mad
Because my friends
For me they don’t care
They just ignore me
As if I am not there
My sis and I
You will find us fight
We think our point of view
Is always right
Not on any issue
Do we see eye to eye
At our strange behavior
My parents heave a sigh
Between our fights
My parents feel crammed
They think in heavy traffic
They are jammed
Still I am happy in my family
And my friends are like a gem
But still don’t understand why
I don’t feel sorry for them
I do lots of mischief
I am naughty and I am bad
But why my family to have me
Say………...”Aren’t we glad”
A wonderful poem with a mixture of subtle analogies and a language which easily adapts to each and every mood of the poem. A poem of rare honesty and candour. Like the theme, your poem also swings between a confession and self-criticism. Usually we blame it on others for all the shortcomings that we have. But I hope you are not following the truly 'religious Christian' practise of sinning for six days and confessing on Sunday. lol. Love Raghavan
Hi Risha, Without highs and lows, there would be no in betweens. We all have our good and bad days, that is what keeps life interesting. It makes us look more closely at what we have and appreciate it more intensely. Love this write :)
Rhyming nicely. Moods always change. Life is like that.
Your mood swings subtly between those words. I can see that my dear little friend. The firmament is wide open for you. Make sure you keep my moods swinging too :) so I can write better. God bless.
Without mood swings it would be difficult to write effective poetry. Nice write, Risha. Kind wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it all about growing up thats a fab poem by the way