Reflective poem

¬†Under the bombs of the day”

 

A safe place to be

Under the bombs of the day

My umbrella in the rain

My playground in the sun

A place so pure , so quiet

yet full of happiness , no quaint

 

 

Life maybe hard at times

The world may not be at my side

But i find my sanctuary calling

My name in the dark

A voice clear as thunder

Reaching for me as I sat under

 

 

A place so serene,where stories abound

A place in my theatre of dreams

Where worlds collide , and time stops

Bringing about an aura of blinding happiness,

Unbound joy , and immense glee

A safe place to be under the bombs of the day