keshav chauhan

(25/11/1991 / india)

The Change


Lying on a bed, a thought scrambled

Thinking of future, haven’t move from sight

Feels strange, worlds change

I am standing on the same place

Present calms, past shows pain

Future worries, it never rains

Sees sky from half close eyes

Partly moving from sight to sight

Birds flying high in the sky

Trees around saying all the time

You can also fly that high

Thinking of future, haven’t move from sight

Buddies around mine, group I proud

Not be so gentle, not be so loud

Feels stoned all the time

Thinking of future, haven’t move from sight

Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013
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