Another day rise
and i am bored as therz nothing new
routine routine routine....
same old stuff to see and do
life would have been so intresting
if each day i could do something new
like me...in my own world
where all my wishes would come true
i wish...i could spare some time and
tickle the tree when it refuses to dropp a fruit
scare off the waves when they come to the shores...
lie on the terrace and watch the winking stars
see off the sun as he goes back home....
wake up before the flower...and watch it bloom
race up with the snail and allow it to win....
play with the pups...in the muddy sand
when tired go to sleep as if i am one of them....
i juzz realised, my wishlist is never gonna end
and i also know its difficult to create my wishland
so i'll keep all the wishes in my eyes,
and go back to the real world
whenever needed would juz close my eyes
and live my wish in my wishworld...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good narration same old stuff to see and do > gives a lot in meaning