The Frog In the Well
I talk to new face, and run different races,
And visit new places and I still have a restless soul..
I will imagine of the fairy
And the house of the devil,
The cold of the waterfall,
And the hot of the sun,
I will day dream about castles,
And wonder how the beggars live.
I like the ethnic beauty of a saree,
I like the length of the shorts i wear.
I dream about a perfect wedding,
And the perks of a bachelor life.
I like the idea of surprise at every turn,
And I love the monotonous sight of the walls of my room,
I fantasize about the thrill of traveling,
And I can't get over the comfort of my bed.
I will shut my eyes and visit world's you have never seen,
I will talk to faces that might never exsist,
I will go to places that are far from real,
I will cry over losses and be cheer over victories,
Both ofcourse all in my head.
For i can talk to you and say you're the best,
But well who knows I might compare you to a three legged dinosaur.
For all i meant to say is I am a restless soul,
For the walls of the world can't stop the imaginations of this soul,
You can't put me in a box and tell me this is all,
For i am that frog in a well who is way too eager to see the outside world.
Copyright © Pankhudi Dixit | Year Posted 2018
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