I wandered lonely as a sheep
I wandered lonely as a sheep Like the white one which is Tied outside one of the shops In the bazaar- It looks like it has no business Being there. I wandered lonely as a sheep, Bounding over the textbooks, And the half-written diary; And the poetry by Rafael Campo; And the late night coffee mug stain On the desk on which I study, But sometimes end up writing poetry. I wandered lonely as a sheep, Tip-toeing along the chain of thoughts Of love and happiness, And security long-forgotten; Of betrayal and grief And newer emotions I wish I had never discovered; Of friends and friendship; Of love and the man I love Who I know will never love me back. I wandered lonely as a sheep, I heave one last sigh, And jump, over the fence- Beyond, to freedom.