Today is World Poetry Day. I have entered in this blogging world a month ago. And I never knew I could write poems. I have made a few attempts and have got pretty good responses from some of my fellow-bloggers and friends. Well, I am loving it. So, here is another attempt.
Sometimes, I search deep for myself.
Inside evil, outside beautiful.
I appear to be soft yet strong,
The heart inside me perplexes.
I search for the childhood that’s lost.
Inside hate, outside love.
I look for the happinesses I used to celebrate,
Why everything around going so wrong?
Sometimes, I am nervous,
Inside stone, outside warm.
You couldn’t understand the real me,
Listening to the songs all around.
I hope I could change myself,
Thus, relating to the entire world.
I am nothing, but me,
Just Another face, Another heart.