Tejashree Sonawane
IX – B
I used to myself doubt
How they could be so stout In the fear of getting caught Left with anything but a naught.
The static current which keeps me moving
The wave of emotions just kept fooling
Eyes so wide they couldn’t be drooling
Hands so numb they couldn’t be cooling.
Oh! I had heard them enough
More than I could stuff
But no one could catch my duff
And say that I was in a bluff. I was wandering in the midst of a lie
The sun soared high in the sky
Nothing but deem met my eye
And I just sighed.
My cheeks flush
The needles crawling to the surface making me blush
I found a fire in a rush Spreading the flames around me such
Like an insect eating a bush. The courage that I could muster
Tangled my stomach in a cluster
My mouth a mighty gusher Couldn’t stop what I could utter.
All the sighing and heaving Made the fire more living Only to know what I was willing
Couldn’t be bought with a peeling.
The mouth went in the down
When they said it couldn’t mount
Screaming the only sound That came out of this mewling mouth.
The metal singing the song of defeat
The red song carved on my meat
The water with wuthering shiny teeth
Scraped out the fire neat.