Nothing To Do Poem by Minerva Agriam

It is cold but outside,
Heavy rain is pouring,
The shower soaked my spirit.
Nothing to do but sit here inside.
Like a little lost princess,
Sitting at the corner of the tower.
Thinking what else to do?
But then sensing your essence,
Has brought this busy hands
To twirl with foolish sayings.

Nothing to do but reminisce
Those things we foolishly did.
Those dry grins & frowns,
When my naughty retort
Made you smile with boredom.
Those wild imaginations;
Delusions of a hoping man.
The frantic prayers for tomorrow,
Waiting for good results.

Hmm, now those reminisces
Made me smile for you my dear.
Like a strict loving father,
Or a frantic caring mother,
Deciding for my routines,
Ascribing my actions & decisions.
Like a dynamic soldier,
I made you broke away from me!


(10/09/03. 6: 45 p.m)