Tip- toe, tip- toe, I get in.
Hush! I shouldn't make a noise.
This and that, maybe a little more.
There, my work is done.
Suddenly I hear it,
The sound of my doom.
Quick, quick, GET OUT!!!
Run, run, don't stop now.
Safe! I am safe! I truly am safe!
I am sort of, er, famous
How?
I am all over the newspaper!
This is how my life is.
AAAHHH!!! (Sorry for shouting your ears off๐
) I wrote my first free verse. Do let me know in the comments below if you feel it was nice.
Talking about the poem, this is similar to 'The POV of a Cricket Ball'. You guess whose point of view this is, and get a chance to feature in my next poem! (Pahal didi, if you are reading this, caution! You won't get a chance this time *waggles finger playfully๐*)
Lately, I've become so obsessed with writing POVs, that I've even created a label for it.
Comment ☝๐ป, whose POV you want me to write on next!
Thank you!
Paper/ink
ReplyDeleteNo
ReplyDeleteWow I was so far from the truth����
DeleteHa Ha! Never mind Didi!
Deleteit's about... a thief?
ReplyDeleteYAAY!! KI!!! You got it right. The POV of a criminal mind, lurking in a home, stealing when he suddenly hears the voice of his doom, that is, police sirens. Well done!!! Get ready for a feature!!!
DeleteYayy!!! You seem to have taken the inspiration from Footprints without Feet lol, when Griffin robs the clergyman's house.
DeleteI'm stoked for the feature <3 thank you!
Yup
DeleteYou're welcome ๐๐