Lazy Days Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Lazy Days



Lazy days are piling up,
Bored of asking “What’s up? ”
Every time for hope I look up,
I don’t find the stars but the ceiling up;
I know I gotta come out to see the stars up,
But the restrictions forbid me from coming up.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: days
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