The water of thyme,
Touches the lime,
It melted and formed heart of mine,
The word shy describes my humble blight,
When it started blooming sky is amusing,
The night seems grooming,
To meet someone so stupid,
It proliferates some really calm music,
My life is no more in my hand,
It is just my mirror,
Making me realize what i am truly missing,
Just a plight and a bit of repercussions,
Too sad mornings passed without any actions,
Why not starting my career early,
Educated myself just to be a burly,
Yeah my hairs are curly,
But doesn't proves i am not worthy,
I had to hung up on to that curtain rod,
Though it didn't hung for too long,
I had to stuck my teeth in that niche of wall,
It was a bad sense of humor at all,
My tooth ache got worse and no worth at all,
Why did the bravery award went to someone i don't understand at all,
Cause i was too close to that poor being,
Outside the church was the alms that i didn't give,
Sorry couldn't help another human being,
My efforts went to some other well being,
That is my feeling that i am no more the same,
My age doesn't feels and ignores my joint pain,
A blame of being rich but no true deeds,
Made grave a bit dry the warmth of love went to worldy shrine.

© Shafi