Best Poems Written by Tanay Mishra

Bad Bullpoop

I sit and I cry, 
as I see another day passin by... 

I feel time in my hands, but am not rather sure
the wildness outside embraces me with open arms, but am not thrilled anymore

deep down a black cover speaks to me in a faltering tone
"you are unworthy of everything, and shall die alone"

like a sleuth i follow the inception of it, 
instead i am greeted by explosion so loud. now am silenced, still lost, but i dont care, i fain to be content with what i have.

The eyes above exclaim the potion had worked. 

"Twice a day" my ears heard it right

for the potion might wear out and there is plenty a potion to sell ,
there is no wrong with my black cover !!!! , but there was nobody to tell. 

they laugh at me heartily,they never dared to think without syrup, not for sec,the notion of syrupless world is in itself well laughable

the eyes above caught glimpse of my face,behold a ebullient cover appears, maybe its the syrup i think, but i have lost the care of it, for the potion has kicked in
and am lost again.

Copyright © Tanay Mishra | Year Posted 2016