In The Lullaby Of Flowing Air - Poem by TITIKSHA SINGHAL
Another night has begun
And I cry myself to sleep
Afraid to see the dreams
Which brings the memories back, of those days
Afraid that I may begin my day
Ignoring the birds that chirps happily,
Hiding from the sun that rise to set again,
Spending my day in dusk..
Afraid to feel jealous of myself
Who once ended everyday in joy
And to beg again in front of God
To just for once, give a lively day.
Now as I lay in the gaze of moon
I hide my face, out of shame
From the sympathy of the staring stars
And the little clouds that hold the rain.
Holding up my devoidless heart
As I shed some more tear
I cry myself back to sleep
In the lullaby if flowing air…
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