When i was little i used to write poems. I don't write anymore. I dont know why I stopped. Yesterday while cleaning my desk i came across this book which had some of them. Most of them were very stupid, really. But this is a nice one. So i decided to put it here. You may find it stupid as well but, what the heck, I wrote it when I was 12. So let me know how u like it.
Wishes
A girl dressed in white lies down on her bed,
She’s taken care of and properly fed.
She stares above her – on her face comes a frown,
With a look of disappointment, she casts her eyes down.
Wishes she could see the sky above her, instead
Of seeing a white ceiling while lying on her bed;
Wishes she could walk sometime on her own,
To freely roam, and walk – alone…
But she thinks about her useless legs…
How different from her is the girl who begs..
On a haystack, by the house, it’s there she stays.
She spends there all her nights and days.
She lives all alone, with no one to care,
Her old clothes are ragged, her cold feet are bare;
With the sky above her she sleeps at night,
Sees the stars and thinks they’re a lovely sight.
But wishes she had a roof above her head,
And didn’t have to roam all day instead…
By - Me
Hey it's not supposed to be depressing. It just says that the "grass always 'seems' to be greener on the other side". Each of us is as rich as the other, actually. We fail to appreciate and waste away what we already have by thinking about what we don't have. And that is so illogical because there will ALWAYS (yup, always) be so many things that we will not have (along with so many things that we will have). It's good to aim at and work towards getting them and okay to dream of them but pointless (not to mention utterly stupid) to go on pining for them.
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