Its 12 am,
And I am sprawling on my bed
Been past past two hours and no sleep yet!
When something came under my head,
Felt like having siesta's in my summer bed!
A warm cozy place it was, to sleep
Was my mumma's lap.
Where heaven is found,
Not even above the thunder cloud!
Itself it comes...
The god's bed down.
Again it felt under my head,
A warm cozy place it was, to sleep
Was my mumma's lap!
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An Inked Heart (Poetries)
PoetryMy heart let out through these words, echoing out my feelings to the world. Top- #14 in poetry
