Do I
Do I need a bottle of wine
Do I lack the words of rhyme
From singing little poem
to that slow song why my pen denies writing
compelling me its wrong
From soothing sleep in mother's lap
On a hard try just for a nap
from real happiness to fake smiles
deep down the heart fragile
groma peaceful white mind
to the black color of dark night
from fun in small things
to tears on all blinks
every book on the heart's shelf
somewhere lost the real self
to hold the tears
to remove the fears
for mental peace
running thoughts to cease
to search the "me" in the soul of mine
do i need a bottle of wine?
Copyright © Garima Sidana | Year Posted 2018
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