CLOUD NINE

I started my day with

Myself on the cloud nine.

Each time my voice was not heard.

The cloud nine below me

Just dropped

And I fell on the ground

As a helpless drop of water

With a bag full of broken

Dreams in my hand

And tears in my eyes.

After all these years,

I have changed myself.

I no more start my day

With myself on the cloud nine.

My day starts with the alarm

Of the new clock in my room.

And my nights are filled with

Scaring silence.

But… again

When my mind tries to wander around

To reach the cloud nine

It comes back with the

Tick-tick of the new clock in my room.

SUBMITTED BY:                UJWALA S.

3^RD SEMESTER, BSc. ‘I’