Girl with dreams ✨

                                                       My papers lie torn to pieces Waiting to be perished under the natural forces My works, My lifeline My dear passion   How they got turned Turned with the wheel of time I used to have a covetous position But now, who cares   Yes, who cares a writer? They don’t want our works They don’t read   There was a time A time when we were considered great They ‘d read our works They ‘d travel to our world   But now! How I wish I was in the past I wonder If there will be a time like that ever again   I fear a time My hands tremble A time when newer children Don’t know what books are   I fear its arrival An arrival so near It can happen maybe today Or maybe tomorrow   Oh no! It is nearing I pray I leave ...

  Soaked with tears My pillows lie My only companion in the dark days of sadness My mirror The only thing that never smile when I cry   Many a sleepless night have passed Where I wished if someone was near Many left Only me and my pillow were left It gave me the world’s best hug   It never left me It took in all my tears Tears I wished if anyone wiped But nobody came by Only my pillow stayed with me and wiped and took my tears to its depths   My eternal companion My mirror It does not offer any fake comforting words Like those people do   It never mock at me for the tears that I shed When I look at myself in it I feel my own presence That gives the strength for another fight   It never smiles when I cry It shares with me all my emotions Not a shade of mock I see there It never replies But it listens like none other Now I think Sometimes listening helps More than those temporary comforts o...