The clock ticks so loud,
a constant rhythm in my dream,
My bed is a cloud that sails far supreme.
The clock turns in to a sun
I’m still in my bed
Wake up, Wake up! the clock hits my head.
Time wants me to go
But the bed says no
Fight for my love continues between those two.
I stopped their fight,
And promised my bed
That I’ll come back tonight.
Bed, pillow, clock and the whole mess of this image belongs to me.
Very well written .
Thank you.
Awesome Balu 🙂 Great Poem !
Thanks Vandhana 🙂
Such a cute poem with wonderful rhyme scheme!! Your creativity is commendable!! 🙂
Stay blessed,
-Naima.
Really? :S 😀
Yeah, it is – I loved it 🙂
-Naima.
Thank you Poet 🙂
So are you, I never knew ya could follow up with such a great rhythm!
-Naima.
You make feel shy 😀 with your comments. thanks naima..
this one is awsome 😀
Thanks shruthi for stopping by my blog and for your awesome comments 🙂
pleasure is mine 🙂