Swayasi Sthitapragyan Bhubaneswar India
MY PILLOW FRIEND!
My pillows speak to me,
They speak to me as i flee.
On days of fright,
On nights with light,
Hoping that everything will be alright,
I hug my pillow tight.
Are those just like a non living human?
Or something imaginary like Neumann?
They are just an inevitable part of my life,
To whom i want to apologize.
Through my bad days, i have been beating them,
But in my good days,why don't i kiss them?
Yes, they have heard my tears and sorrows,
They have seen them all that my face borrows.
They are my punching bag,
And they still have my saviour tag!
The tears that has fallen on them
They have absorbed it for me
They were always mute,
But were always there for me.