Poetry by Aadhya Banerjee (Poetry 4)

Whenever I try to smell a rose,

I feel a kind of allergy in nose. 

Whenever I sit on a chair,

Strong wind blows my hair. 

Whenever I try to sleep in my bed,

Over thinking comes in my head. 

Sometimes I see a colourful dream 

That I ride a mountain of cream. 

Whenever I get afraid, 

My ears get red.

When my mother bits my arm, 

I feel no more harm.

When I want to be a writer,

My writing skill says, "use your finger".

Whenever I cut my nails,

I remember my incoming mails. 

Whenever I write this with my heart, 

My brain thinks I am getting smart.