Written by: Anuska Basnet - 24011, Grade XII
Posted on: 02 August, 2023
Sun sets and rises the same place,
Forever I keep waking up in a mess,
Golden, sometimes I am painted blue,
My heart is laden with rue,
One hurt I allow to be million cuts,
I find the corners to every merry shut,
Watching from the windows of lovers,
Too busy to be wary of others,
Wished I could shine even through dirt,
Yet the only thing I do is hope with my wounded heart,
Should my passion smolder out,
Would I give up the ideal world throughout,
Night brings the wind into my room,
The flowers of a season bloom,
If I was the one stars could see,
Could the wind blow myself back to me,
The thoughts in my head though with no sound,
Never keeps people from commenting they are loud,
Promises of forever are always the sweetest con,
Away from this emptiness I should now run,
The ocean I once feared,
Now brings her waves with the blue cleared,
The clouds I forever see white,
I bid goodbye to a thought on a summer night.
