Hollow
With hard white sheet wrapped around me
I imagine the world waiting on something
Twinkling stars and mingling songs
The merry of life and the warmth of sun
But the world that I live in, is hollow
Like a prison, I am sure it would collapse someday
There would be the light that I seek
May be the horizon that my eyes want to see
But for now my world is hollow
Resting on husk and waiting to hatch.
© Akhand Singh, 2013 © An Empty Glass, 2013
Akhand Singh 
So many lovely things. “the merry of life”.
I am on the neighboring husk in an egg of my own.
Thank you for the award.
Thanks , i just feel one day we all eventually find the courage and right way to break out of this egg 🙂