winding path of the letters of the english alphabets, writing
missed for a long time, lost somewhere in only thinking
want and need, to write something of substance and awe
have not let thoughts come in, and disallowed the words to thaw
juggling and bouncing and hoping to form.
in the playground where the child's play is the norm
letting the crystals of the vision, projected on the paper screen
ink flowing, and the fingers and pen dancing for 33 posts have been.
the outcome know not, but in happiness the smile on my face
I shall end this rain of words, the melee within the trace
will keep writing, my thoughts, words and deed
hope you shall be there to appreciate.....for a long time indeed
missed for a long time, lost somewhere in only thinking
want and need, to write something of substance and awe
have not let thoughts come in, and disallowed the words to thaw
juggling and bouncing and hoping to form.
in the playground where the child's play is the norm
letting the crystals of the vision, projected on the paper screen
ink flowing, and the fingers and pen dancing for 33 posts have been.
the outcome know not, but in happiness the smile on my face
I shall end this rain of words, the melee within the trace
will keep writing, my thoughts, words and deed
hope you shall be there to appreciate.....for a long time indeed
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