A cup of black coffee
A book, a diary and a pen
Or sitting in front of the computer?
Mind travels afar
Whistle away my time without much gain
A life care free
I love to enjoy it;
Cooling off in the midst of heat
This is me.
This is what school buddies feel
Rimni, bold carefree, lazy, may be crazy.passionate of what she loves to do
May be passing off the time in scribbling a few lines
Playing with words to jumble into rhymes
They say I am moody
That is my forte
My skill
I surge even when I am in blue.
But no way I am calculative
The idea itself makes me pensive
I rather be expensive
Live this life in a lavish way
Enjoy my moments, don't care to what others have to say
But I get very angry when the bugbear persona's come up with their piece of unnecessary advice
Hey you fools! store all these nonsensical talks for yourselves at any price.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem, Smells so much of coffee, that I cannot but like it. My advice: keep on writing :)