Bhavjot Singh

Drips - Poem by Bhavjot Singh

With drips of hard water going down the drain
Listening to this shit in my head now there is a pain
Somebody please stop its blasts
Before it’s out kicking my ass

These drips wake me in the middle of the night
When the moon and stars in the sky are bright
There is no sunlight
And the bed bugs bite

To stop the drips I called the plumber twice
Even he couldn’t set it right
Still they expect me to be wise
And what do I do in the night

God save me from this shit
No bolts of the plumber in the tap fit
No matter what to the tap I do
In the middle of night it has me sued

In the night when I get bored I try the summersault
The sight of my crushed CD’s assault
Getting pissed over by my poor sight
I could have put on my night-light

In the morning my grandfather clock made a din
I am telling you that it was a sin
I lost my sleep before the Monday test
That’s why I wasn’t able to do my best

Still every night on my bed I lay
The only color I see in front of my eyes is gray
In early morning I am able to watch the break of dawn
From my window I see the first ray of the sun on my lawn

When my plumber fixes the tap
I promise I’ll start to rap
If only I came out of these blues
And this dream came true

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006

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