By Harsita Hiya
I say I want to sing a song
My friends they
Push me on a stage and tell me I sound
"So very much like Ronan Keating"
I say I want to hunt, to shoot
My boss he tells me
"Go for the geese, if you really must
The partridges are always a little too tricky"
I say I want to fly
My mother she vehemently insists
"Son, what you're missing is a nice red cape, Shall I go right now, stitch a brand new one?"
I say I want to kiss a man
And I stand there waving at one, at all
At every wall, Ice Cold, standing tall,
As no one turns to look my way.
Loved it.
Congratulations. Continue your best. Good luck .Love you. .
Thank you so very much to all for these uplifting words :)
Hiya, the hidden point of reference is beautifully couched in the literal surface. I enjoy it. Keep writing.
Kamal Mama from Nagaon
This is beautiful.
Short and poignant. I loved the poem!