The Story

-Thahdeera E R

Fusing eyes ,looking gentle,

Hardly open cuz of nebel!

With my large sack of troubles 

Weighing more like treble, 

I knocked the door to the moon 

Like a cliff hearted goon!

Within me ,a hungry raccoon,

Bleeding the heart to form a lune!

With lots of dreams in a balloon!

Then I saw a group of revelers

Holding their hands, beautiful travelers 

Smiling at tiny timid pebbles 

Why my heart feeling so feeble?

Why did my words flow like tears ?

Why did I smile with lots of fears ?

Why did my thoughts make it unclear ?

Why did I forgot a mask to wear?

Why did they shamelessly fleer ?

"I'm listening to your stories"

Ah, that was mellifluous!

Fairy hands opened wide 

Confused and dead inside 

Were they pointing me , I sighed 

"I'm listening to your stories"

For you've been here to narrate 

Narrate your stories with no worries 

Since I'm a fairy to mediate 

I had a story, with no glory 

The story which has no character!

The story which is dead a thousand times!

The story of my life!