Ansar's Blog

This poem is made by a blogger called : Paintings with word, and loved it so much, so I decided to reblog it. And yeah, enjoy.

check them out : https://paintingwithword88.wordpress.com/

A topsy turvy world is where I come from.

The land is above the sky.

The birds swim and the fishes fly.

A new born talked about jewels.

A dying man promised a life.

I lived a thousand lives.

And yet,

None I can call mine.

Is this a dream or is that?