• omarfarooq 5w

    I Sometime

    I sometime sit amidst the shadows of the sun,
    Within it's shine and Scotch,
    But then reflect upon the moon,
    Hoping to someday make stars.

    I sometime walk and talk,
    Chasing the dream I stalk,
    Only I trail paths of beauty,
    Leaving my duties untouched.

    I sometime think my thoughts,
    Blending words into actions,
    I sleep in the deep beneath,
    In the rattle sound I breathe.

    I sometime cry my eyes to the rain,
    That it may wash away the pain,
    And when it ceases to know my name,
    I cry over and over again

    © Omar Farooq Abdullah