Nails screech on the blackboard
And he goes into a trance
A world full of colouring books,
Slient toys and incoherent noises surrounding him ;
He opens his eyes and looks up to read
The fuzzy word ~"concent"
NOW
There are ripped jeans and cowboy boots
He was an average duckling
Amongst the society generated swans
He walked crookedly but smiled without resistance
Receiving cynicism wherever he went
He turned heads and polite words to slang
He cared a dime and hummed a song
The soul trapped in those bodies
Yearned to sing along
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU !!!!
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PoetryThese are some of the soul tasting poems in which you could feel your daily dilemmas,conflicts,love,breakup ,friendship,revenge,power,and each and every single aspect of the life in the view of the world.... a tiny tiny world that how a person's mi...
