Sullen

My life was being a mess Happiness was little and hopes were less! I couldn't care to see for myself; Wished to get back to being twelve. Hardships were plenty enough; Life's bad, sad and rough. Everything felt strange and tough I was puzzled and spilled were my stuff. I stayed in my room, all alone Sat, sang and stationary like a stone. A stone by the riverbank side, None to care even if I cried. Often shed tears and stood on my own, I was a king, without any kingdom & throne.