What if I say


WHAT IF I SAY

The comfy pillows under your head
make blessing that you get all go vain.
The sky, the dreams, the benefits upto brims,
Are illusionary, just a part, of upcoming wring.
The tide, and the pitch that you have hold within.
Won’t get you the reign, that you pleasantly deem.

WHAT IF I SAY.

It is time to use, that you stored in cupboards.
The lamps, the buds, that never got new rust.
Are you ready, or a lump, not bright but bold.
The fake piranhas shouldn’t get your folds.
But I know, your beliefs, you’re ready otherwise,
It’s just that you start dreaming open eyes, but, but, but…

WHAT IF I SAY.

-Rishabh kumar

©rishabh_myjoopress

Posted on myjoopress

Thank you for reading everyone. Do tell me your views regarding this poem.

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