When I don’t get ‘great’ things to ponder,
I do silly reflections on trifle things.
As I wonder why I have no comrade to laugh;
No one to tease and do foolish things!
I don’t lament yet it seems little nagging,
in dreary afternoons and beautiful evenings;
when time to have midday meals and sunset tea.
Often I sit in solitude and talking to self;
Gazing at the Sky without a blinking eye;
Wish to dissolve in its limitless blue.
Then my eyes roam with a wandering mind,
looking at the birds and enjoy their glide.
Melancholy moods and pensive thoughts
Yet they have spell on my trifle life
Adorn my days and warm my nights.
© By Pranati Saikia
I do silly reflections on trifle things.
As I wonder why I have no comrade to laugh;
No one to tease and do foolish things!
I don’t lament yet it seems little nagging,
in dreary afternoons and beautiful evenings;
when time to have midday meals and sunset tea.
Often I sit in solitude and talking to self;
Gazing at the Sky without a blinking eye;
Wish to dissolve in its limitless blue.
Then my eyes roam with a wandering mind,
looking at the birds and enjoy their glide.
Melancholy moods and pensive thoughts
Yet they have spell on my trifle life
Adorn my days and warm my nights.
© By Pranati Saikia
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