By Anvita Vaibhavi Tata
I am always in my imaginary thoughts
Because no one can distract my world
There are many invisible barriers around me.
Chain me in various ways
I would like to be a happy doll.
But others view me as a frozen soul
Sometimes thoughts raise in me
Asking on the loneliness
But everyone is alone talking to oneself
On worries and miseries.
I like to be on my imaginary cradle
Till someone arrives with a candle in hands
Replacing darkness with the light of old memories.
By Anvita Vaibhavi Tata
Nice poem