The Yellow Pumpkin

             This is a poem that I wrote when I was in 9^th. So, well, it is really very childish and immature… but then again ,I don’t have anything other than this in my mind right now, so, I’ll write this..

Like a pumpkin Pie in the sky,

It makes your heart go fly,

Into the reaches of no one’s pace,

But only a few having love in their selves,

In the darkness, hanging by eternal thread,

Of immortality that god himself bled,

Turning and moving round and round,

Into darkness and out of womb.

Moving shadows on the face of it,

Showing us time’s very own feet,

As it moves noiselessly through our lungs,

In and out, like a spring swung.

Reminding of mortality in our veins,

Out in the meadows, out in the plains,

But also reminding of love’s unending power,

To give us petals of immortality’s flower.