Flying Away
Brooding over something
without knowing
with a blank stare
just standing.
children often finds me
in the balcony
at the kitchen as a doll
just staring.
at times in the middle of
cooking
going away from the way
of daily routine.
flying away unknowing
coming back when disturbed
enjoying this journey
as it goes new ways.
4 comments:
A brilliant poem Rashmi, really, I loved it!
Nice. Life should be faced as it comes to us.
I like it the poem overall and your line "going away from the way" shows great depth. "away unknowning", a great journey. You took me away with this writing, just staring.
Made me imagine you like a bird, nice pennings!
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