I'm recently obsessed with the number 4 and here is a poem!
The number four
I thought I was great
Said I am even more
Dear 4 I want to appreciate
4 seconds ago I posted this poem
I saw you in green, at the traffic signal
words and numbers in motion
You are one added to the triple
4 minutes are left, before you smile
It's goona be 4'o clock
Just wait a while
Soon we will open the door's lock
You are the result in my calculator
You're also my result in life
You make me write
You make it tough
4 days are less than a week
but Friday is even shorter
Monday is the largest
Why inequalities in the streak
4 years once, come a leap year
That's when February got one more
The 4 month, is an April fool
Even 4 words can change your day
4 minutes are left, before you smile
It's goona be 4'o clock
Just wait a while
Soon you will read it once back
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
Comments (1)
What a lovely read.