Friday, January 28, 2011

it's a small little bee in this huge room
so lost so tired
she has no breath to lose , use it all to fly
from a window to another, mistaking the filament
for the distant sun.
she's determined to find the way out,
to escape the walls that restrict her life,
she knows no other way
but to live in the open and touch the sky

2 comments:

Deepti said...

Lovely Niranth! I liked "mistaking the filament for the distant sun." the best in your pros!

very well written!

Carpe Diem said...

thanks :)