Listen to your surroundings,
to their pain and struggling pleads.
Listen to the mislead and judge,
those whom society won’t let budge.
Listen to those unfortunate souls,
lend a hand to them and help them crool.
Listen to that helpless friend,
reach out and give him a hand.
Listen to you struggling parents,
all they want is your success, not your rants.
Listen To the truth and reasons,
they will get you through the seasons.
Listen up well to the good!
Pay no attention to the fools.
The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;
the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide
And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot
BY: Sara TK
I DO NOT OWN THIS PCITURE