The winter breeze chilling the cheeks,
Shoes...the new budding skin to thee..
As the walk past the lonely stretch,
Seems longer than it always had been.
I look sideways.. Buildings and flats,
The view ahead looks tedious..arduous..
The bushes by the side dull and dumb,
And trees beyond a clueless wood.
I strive to hasten my reluctant steps,
Feel the pulse beneath my watch..
Time doesn't seem to matter much,
Yet my mind wishes a quick return.
Hands in pocket, lungs gasping for air,
Books feel heavier on my shoulders.
Louder songs not calms my mind..
Hurried steps lands me back on my bed
Path-o- long..i would be back in days..
To enjoy you than scurrying away
On this long stretch my soul would bask
Warmly even on a cold winter evening!
Shoes...the new budding skin to thee..
As the walk past the lonely stretch,
Seems longer than it always had been.
I look sideways.. Buildings and flats,
The view ahead looks tedious..arduous..
The bushes by the side dull and dumb,
And trees beyond a clueless wood.
I strive to hasten my reluctant steps,
Feel the pulse beneath my watch..
Time doesn't seem to matter much,
Yet my mind wishes a quick return.
Hands in pocket, lungs gasping for air,
Books feel heavier on my shoulders.
Louder songs not calms my mind..
Hurried steps lands me back on my bed
Path-o- long..i would be back in days..
To enjoy you than scurrying away
On this long stretch my soul would bask
Warmly even on a cold winter evening!
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