Rythem Of Moments

By Sangita Singh

Rythem of Moments

Rythem of Moments

Makes me unhappy in thoughts,

Moments which slips out

Were some too precious to hold,

Little sunshine at my doorstep,

With birds flying high in the sky,

With me tucked in the warmth of my baby boy.

Contentment that's what it was,

To watch the squirrels play

On a perfect winter day,

Rythem of Moments

Makes me unhappy in thoughts,

As I have walked too long a way.

And my bones are freezing cold,

And the moments which slipped out,

Were too precious to hold.

By Sangita Singh