Every day at around ‘4’,
I find myself alone and bored.
For this is the time I have to myself.
Quite whispers hum in my ear and
birds seem to chirp me a song.
My surroundings are plain
of brick, brown and white.
For at this time I’m forgotten
and seem to cross no one’s
mind.
One with the noise of silence and wind.
I hum back to the world hoping
not to completely get lost in this
world that carries me with the wind.
Every day at around ‘4’,
I’m lost, found and reborn.
2 Comments
Shobi · November 17, 2018 at 9:36 am
Good
Mantasha · March 27, 2019 at 11:10 am
Very beautiful and deep.