I reflected on my life and times as an innocent baby this morning and decided to make out this few lines.


I saw the sky yesterday, painted rage
With dark lining on its ample page
Quickly, endless strokes caught in a marathon race
To calm the earth’s hotness

Trees trapped wailing
Birds roam dark clouds a lurking
The moon enquired to hid till evening
And the sun, its light denied

The sky beamed with its lightening
And cautioned with its thundering
In the closet I hid its fury
That was directed at me

Seeking solace in mother’s weary breasts
To escape a music devoid of a graceful crest
Whose pulse sets the soul throbbing
And my tears forever flowing