sitting on the roofA Poem by Harshcircle of life Sitting on the roof, As a 5 years old sprout. Thinking of this clouds Why do they always flurry? Are they also afraid of their mom's shout? As the nature is fussy The dawn breaks down. Sitting on the roof As a 21 years old chap With a wanna be spouse, She tells the talk of the town, As i see the sun goes down. With a satisfactory grin on his face. And thus the day dismisses for the day. Sitting on the roof As a 86 years old senile With little memory in my mind Of the name with which i had to die The sun shows up with a tear in his eyes I waved to him because this was the time To bid a final goodbye © 2013 HarshFeatured Review
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