Everyday
A Sunday
Tranquil I stay
Alone in my way
nothing to play
nothing to say
hairs getting gray
sadness they spray
and depressed i lay
Still without a pay
And all i pray
someone take me away
to a place where there are lots of flies at least I can spend my time killing them
I have just got to tell you, there are very few pieces that I read that have made me laugh out loud, yours most certainly did! Not really fair to take it out on the poor flies! ha, ha, ha. I shall definitely read some more. Worth a 10
You kept me guessing what the end will be like. there you go my dear. the last line is an extremely unexpected end. Very nice and very imaginative. You know your last line is very powerful. yes it's comic but means a lot and makes the readers thinking. What distress! if someone finds killing flies better than. 10 out of 10 dear
SO short but it conclude all perfectly....that's how a good poem can share! Nice nice nice write Kanav...it really good, very good..and so true heartfelt_Soul
This is an awesome little muse! Reads so well and I love the last line! It's a real 'kick the can' with your pockets tugged down poem! Enjoyed!
You could retain the element of suspense all throughout and your handling of the phases of the illustrative poem is superb Kanav.
That's why I repeatedly say - Loneliness in a way is another form of death...... right penning Kanav
Beautifully rhyming verse on a blighted life! Enjoyed the easy flow of the whole poem! !
Like most of it... except the ending.... Love the title...
A delightful poem. Killing flies is just another way of killing some time. Hope the sorrows will fly away (excuse the pun) . Enjoyed the write. Please read my poem Valley of Despair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the ending was so amazing.....keep on poeting... »so close«