The story of her : 2

Emerging love inside me,

The fronds lustre green, 

In the class of forty,

I was there sitting alone,

As the whole class enjoys the punishment.

Guys at talking nuisance,

Girls around me, gossiping me,

Few of them, saying to me,

“Oh! So here is the topper! Topper!”

The sun outside the window 

Far away, from the pillars of corridor. 

The gleaming drops, vanishing,

As absorbed by those clouds probably,

Here I’m sitting for warmth of blanket. 


I’m calling my room, my teddy, my books,

Novels and magic, 

All those words not read by anyone,

And those words of popular and so common. 

© ritikapeace 💙


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s