Poem Poem Poem
There is no better medicine
for my stress as Poem.
Poem is my anger, Poem is my Pain
Poem gives me company
when I am left alone in the Rain
For I found my poet
When my heart left for someone
My head kept on writing the feelings
of Love, of Rejections, and
my trials in vain.
Write your thoughts
for it does not have to rhyme with other’s whine
How silly it sounds
When our hearts disobey to Rhyme with other’s Lime.
Be it about your stupidity, of your embarrasement, of your trials and turbulations
or of your achivements
We Shall Write your feelings with full gratitude
For it takes a huge courage to be beautiful
and to say the truth
That puts your heart out beating
out in the lane.
So, What’s your game?