Sleepless,
I crave for a dream,
But in my head, the dreams scream,
I sit straight,
Wide awake,
Suddenly I find myself,
Driving a metal machine,
Have to reach the finishing line,
Within the minimum time,
Right Left and Up in the sky,
That’s all I’ve to try,
I accelerate,
On and On and On,
But can’t see the finishing line,
Then a message flashes in the sky,
Telling me that I am out of time,
In the hustle bustle, I forget to give heed,
To an obstacle inescapable at this high speed,
My mind loses control,
I cover my face,
To protect myself from the fatal blow,
Scared out of breath,
I uncover my face,
Still sitting on the chair,
I ‘m alive safe and sound,
Sure of one thing in my mind,
That I’d not lose my mind,
When I run out of time.
Cheers!!
HEHEHHEHEH great bhiya!!
U have become a great poet finally !!
very nice..bahut achi hai ye poem..
Good One!!!