I sweat,
tired,
anyhow
go upstairs.
Unlocking
the door,
the first thing
I'll do
is to jump
on my bed.
Bed, bed
where only
I can set
my heavy mind
and tired body....
The door
I open,
keep my hand-bag
and taking shower,
I don't eat
or sleep,
sitting before
pc, I write poem,
me, mouse and the
screen and
none.....
Poem's call
is irresistible!
poem's call is irresistible, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Right on Simran, I relate with you.