She asked herself, confused and stressed
Wondering if there was a solution
Or whatever she had imagined was just an illusion
Will she ever, be able to figure it out?
To find a path that lead to the house
As she lay in her bed,
Pondering on everything that was said
She closed her eyes and held the pillow tight
Not wanting the tear to leave her eye, tonight.
© Trina Sarkar-Mohapatra, all rights reserved
4 comments:
a sad blog! And it came when i was reading abt the tragic end of a precious human life -- bhutto.
hmmm, very sad
such is life, each of us brings our own end - time to stand up and take responsibility of our own action and that precisely can be termed as LIFE or MESS ....... each one of us has to choose
There's always a way out of mess
She should just get fused & dressed
Knowing the problems give birth to solutions
Just believe & there's no illusion
Use your instinct & you'll figure it out
There's always a path to lead to the house
Don't you just lie in your bed
Wondering what the people said
Just close your eyes & keep your dreams in the sight...
Set them free in the morning, don't give up without a fight...
Post a Comment