Just 17 Poem by Indranil Bit

Just 17



A ball of cotton flying carelessly,
Encages my sight and my mind.
I totally forget my troubles foggy,
In admiration of the simplest fantasy.

I will also accompany you, cotton ball,
"Do wait for me to come along"

The ball smiles and gently denies,
"Fly alone, make your way"
I sink and shy and oblige to!
"Will meet again someday if I fly".

Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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