On Running Away


This was the umpteenth time that
I felt like running away.
Who cares if I stay?
Lil robin says he’ll miss me
But I’ll doubt that
If I may.

I’ll pack my bags
I’ll brush my shoes
And then I’ll run away.
Get the tickets
Blow the whistle
Yes, then I’ll run away.

open sky

( P.S. – I’m not entirely sure whether I want to end it here. But…I do like the incompleteness in this. So, for the time being … )