Still wondering
What life poured in
I stood beside the window
Looking for brighter ways
To get some gold out of the tin
Held those little sparkles in my hand
My mom left in that box of knives
Hoping for something that helps me survive
But who knew
That the same window will remind me
Of those tough caged times
Bring them back, I bow to thee
Or else, it’ll leave my dreams once a single mystery!
— By an orphan who just lost his parents and surviving through a tough time !
Poem By: Satyam Sharma
THOUGHT-SO-RAMA 