Home life is hard.
Especially when you disregard, the topic of discussion which is to be united with the family yet, still be independent and finally be happy for each other.
I see how we live and it’s not so great, I hate to think about how we penetrate each others fates.
From my mom to my dad I thought we we’re happy until I found out we only just touched glad.
My sister having issues again and she real close to me so I had to have tissues in my other hand man.
Tag: poetry movie
THE FARTING ELEPHANT, Poetry by Trusha Navalkar
Shimmering sequins and clicking heels,
Chattering galore as I step into the room.
Ear-thumping music and disco lights
Conceal all the gloom and doom,
As folks whisper and glances steal.
WILDsound Festival 