Is that at all?

Is that at all?

Is that all I wanted-

Closed doors, four walls

And a roof on top?

Is that all I wished for-

Locks for the doors
Paints for the wall

And a fan hanging from the roof-

To soothe me on summer days?

May be that is all I wanted

May be the thoughts..

The thoughts,That gave me happiness, were never true

Never truly from my heart.

I never wanted

Ocean instead of lake

Thunder instead of lamp

Freedom instead of joy

I never wanted them!

May be…

Now I’ll never get them….None.