Meetkumar Tailor Poet Rhyme

Stuffed

I am stuffed sitting in the room,
Someone call me out I wanna bloom.
Oxygen is like a poison,
Where air is not moisten.

I am sitting quite in the room,
Now! Days are gone where enjoying assume.
My eyes are becoming dry,
But my feelings are telling to fly.

I am bored in this room,
Someone call me out ,I wanna bloom.
I can see only the white paint,where the colours gone?
Where I was moving my beautiful drone.

I wanna jump,
But my heart is becoming dumb.
Sitting towards the camera,
I have a pain in my femora.

I wanna play,
With my friends on a sunny day.
Someone call me out, I wanna bloom.
I told I am stuffed sitting in the room,
I wanna bloom,
I wanna bloom!...

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