3 Things - Poem by Sneha Murali
Sunshine hits my curtains, the wind blows on my face
its morning, I get up barely recognising my place
during my 8 hr sans reality, I discovered something very strange to me
whenever things went wrong or right
3 things would always remain with me, thick and tight
in school when I used to sit in on my bench,
dumb founded alone, like thrown in a trench
3 things would always be under my hood
''my pen, my paper and my solitude''
I used to wake up everyday with a pain in my chest
trudging along with life unlike the rest
it would always be the same old monotony, same old sorrow
I had - ''yesterday, today and tomorrow''
I wasn't all alone, I had friends
people who helped me meet my ends
and when the rest of the world turned its back on me
I would always have - ''X, Y and Z''
they went their separate ways
leaving me to salvage myself in unspoken rage
to take my mind of self pity and humiliating looks
I had - ''my music, my movies and my books''
so now you know how 3 things would always be with me
3 things that would set me free
but in the end, all i have is a lot of broken memories as I said good bye
the only 3 things I had was - ''me, myself and I''
Copyright © 2010 by Sneha Murali
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