NaPoWriMo Day#3: Write a fourteener, a poem with each line consisting of 14 syllables.
Prompt from http://www.napowrimo.net
Beneath the neem tree, towards the gleaming water I run
Away from your grip, your hollow talk and dull dirty eyes
My feet rush faster as my mind tries to forget all the
Minutes, the hours, the days, and most important, the moments
You took away from me, my brain too numb, too weary to
Realize how limited my time at home was, how short,
Shorter than your one twenty second advertisement break.