Broken dreams sometimes make us smile.
AT
“5” in the morning
I
woke up with a smile,
With
a plan pre-planned
To
travel for miles.
Was
yawning a lot
With
my home in my thought,
Was
dark outside
And
my pray to God.
Now
it was “6”
With
sun shining on the shed,
But
my sweet elder bro
Was
still on the bed.