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
2 Responses to “Hollow”
  1. 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.

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