Nights turned cold,
Slowly I start to unfold.
I shut the windows tight,
Just to have a good night.
"Kiss me good night mom", I scream.
But I'm alone at home without dreams.
Trees sway from left to right,
Looks like the nature likes to fight.
I throw the blanket on me,
Hoping not to see.
Feeling someone watching over,
My blanket slowly gets lower.
The door slowly starts to open,
It feels as if a lion is in this den.
"Scared". I feel ameliorate.
"Mom, I'm not scared till this date".
Mom then sings me to deep sleep,
So later I do not go to the window and peep.
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Heart Whispers
Poetry❝An entrance to a heart that whispers poems, sayings, and phrases❞ Copyright © 2018 by Ria Parmar
