Each day I come home,
Baffled by the amount of distraction which lives.
I can't even study at my desk,
I rather be at Uni.
Their talks,
Make needless remarks.
They voices,
Scrape the membrane of my brain,
Creating vices.
I hate being in that cold air conditioned room.
I have no choice as home is doom.
They watch movies loud while I try to read.
They tell me to relax- no silent greed.
Yet do they know every week and every night is the same.
Their ways are really driving me insane!
I am in my final year,
They don't seem to care.
That's why I sometimes tear.
I want somewhere quiet and warm to just read,
Plant the knowledge called- a preserved seed.
All I want is to study.
Study, all so quietly.
Be curled with my book and engaging so prominently.
That's the only thing which will take my misery.
Much needed tranquility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Safiyyah, such a well penned poem👍👍👍