Far away lands: A poem

With wet feet I would run down the stairs
My footsteps echoes in the hall
Then I would disappear, fast and fair
I won’t listen to their calls

Past the buildings lined with misery
A bullet staring at the heart
I would compose a contrast elegy
Away and away, I would then float

I would run to that moddish meadow
And grasslands standing there tall
I would never return to that old willow
To joys and sorrows small

Here I would leave people far behind
A hidden rock in the banks
I would put in my pocket there to remind
My past falling through the cracks

Rhymes to the sky I would sing
Then a lullaby one for the sad
Then to the broken branches I cling
Away I would go to far away lands

– Jan @jahnavigouri