The Serenity


You lie down lazily,
The phone in your hands,
You say nothing at all,
Just listen to your favorite bands.

The breeze is dead long while ago,
Fan is the only source of wind,
The hair on your head will sway,
Unless it is thoroughly trimmed.

The trees outside stand golden,
With all the summer shine,
The world is not of possession,
Only say, “The phone is mine.”.

The nature has been put to sleep,
The trees still stand to say,
Nothing seems interesting at all,
In boredom they just sway.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Shreya says:

    Loved this ! It hits such a true note to the present day.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Rejoy Dey says:

      Thank you so much. Didn’t expect to get so much love for the poem.

      Liked by 1 person

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