sometimes i feel,
i feel
to do something rare,
about which
people are not aware.
something unique,
something special,
something very beau-ideal! !
sometimes i feel,
i feel
to open my fridge,
and wait until the door closes,
to watch when does,
the light 'OFF' poses.
sometimes i feel,
i feel
to get something else,
but then i return back,
with my bad memory,
with nothing else.
sometimes i feel,
i feel
to draw a picture of sun,
in the corner of a paper,
which looks like a bun.
sometimes i feel,
i feel
to balance the switch of light,
between ON & OFF,
with my fingers in the way that's right.
sometimes i feel,
i feel
to sing loudly ABCD...
like a pretty ditty,
in the rhythm zoobi-doobi...
sometimes i feel,
i feel
to get a new haircut,
on every saturdays,
a little curls, a little straight,
and a little crazy on fundays! !
sometimes i feel,
i feel
that harry potter really exists,
some magical spell,
can make the world really well.
sometimes...
i feel...
that its just a feeling,
that has no meaning,
with no height,
and sometimes my feelings,
are really bright.
and the special thing
about my feelings
is that-
there doesn't exists any thief,
who says with real,
that 'the feelings u feel,
i can easily steal! ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem