POEM

My day

-By Yaram Thadang

Waiting for the perfect day,
Dragging myself all the way,
Waking up late only to go back to bed;
Shaking in socks from the dream I had.
Trying dressing up fighting like a nun,
Walking past all the birds,
I’d skip like Cinderella, only to land
Back in my class, running out of ink;
Finding my way back home
Is never as easy as it seems
In the end it’s just me and my way;
Hiding under my blanket, from my day.

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