In my inmost being, <br />I kept on wondering, <br />On people’s on my surrounding, <br />As drops of crying rain. <br /> <br />Their voice sounds like a buzzing bee. <br />Their personality is vague as a tea. <br />Sometimes I used to plea <br />As a source of remedy. <br /> <br />Life is such a mystery, <br />Can’t be understood clearly, <br />Despite of my curiosity, <br />It left an unveil reality…<br /><br />Anna Mae Angana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reminiscing-28/
