sometimes you just don't know what to do in life ...I Would say hold on ...
A little girl in pink
Hopped on the swing
Back and forth she went on it.
The girl was alone and
Only the swing had accepted her
So all she knew was to sit on her swing
She would come in
Day in and day out when happy and sad
Sit on her swing
It was her place
Because it did not bully her
Or demanded anything
One fine day
She woke up
Ran to her swing to tell
It all about her dream
But there it stood
The swing taken by
Another -Kid
It broke her heat
Indeed! It was her swing
She would come daily
And wait
But the swing had changed its commitment
That day she went home and never came back
Because the swing had
Abandoned her like everyone else.
Had someone told her
People change
Things change overnight
Well what can one say-?
The day itself changes.
My apologizes for this long delay.
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Its Me
PoetryIts Me is a collection of poems ... Based on one's inner turmoils, emotions and thinking , its includes everything we go through .. Very personal and close to my heart ,this collection tries to highlight the nature of things... you loose ,you fall,y...
