I do frequent this terrain,
Now, more than ever!
Unloved though, it invites me,
Now, more than ever!
Feeling lost, I feel blue around,
Looking around for what I yearn,
Not one word I hear,
Is it only blue that I see around!
So much happens around,
But I don’t seem to care!
Not much work done,
Still too exhausted!
Are words desiring to come out?
Or waiting patiently to burst out?
Now, more than ever!
Unloved though, it invites me,
Now, more than ever!
Feeling lost, I feel blue around,
Looking around for what I yearn,
Not one word I hear,
Is it only blue that I see around!
So much happens around,
But I don’t seem to care!
Not much work done,
Still too exhausted!
Are words desiring to come out?
Or waiting patiently to burst out?
A very very nice poem!!! You have no right to say now that you are not that good at writing poems!!!
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