I was caught up in singing my sad songs
And now I merely remember the melody of my good days.I should've at least hummed it once in a while.
I was so enchanted by my own sad drum
That I forgot there was never a drum roll for the fallen throne.—Laxmi Bhargavi Golla

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SEASHELLS [short poems]
PoetryIf the Beach is what represents my Life, then I would name the ocean as my Feelings and the seashells as my Poems.
SAD DRUM
I was caught up in singing my sad songs
And now I merely remember the melody of my good days.I should've at least hummed it once in a while.
I was so enchanted by my own sad drum
That I forgot there was never a drum roll for the fallen throne.—Laxmi Bhargavi Golla