Poem#1 It’s Not My Thing

 It’s Not My Thing

 

On the days darker than winter nights,

In the battle of emotions fiercer than armies' fight;

I wish the sun of purity would dazzle,

For a star isn’t my thing.

 

My intelligence longs for childlike innocence,

My weary breath dreams of indolence;

I wish a torrent of verve would gush,

For a drizzle isn’t my thing.

 

Into disgraced ocean of smears,

And the woods of undesirable fears;

I wish the magma of valiance would erupt,

                                           For endurance isn’t my thing.