One little question grasps my mind,
and keeps dwelling inside me,
Wherever I go, Anything I do,
I just doesn't let me free.
I can't work, I can't sleep
I keep wandering in my thoughts
I feel no hunger, no thirst any more,
Thinking about the question I got.
When will I be free?
I will get my answer when?
Who came first,
The Egg or The Hen?
wah!!!!!! nice joke in d form of poetry....
ReplyDeleten haan try 2 use attractive wrds dat beautifies ur poetry.
Thanks.. :D
ReplyDeleteNikki.. I will definitely try.. actually my vocab is really poor.. so sorry..
I am working on that though :D