Dreams come and go at
night, about a writing process, my friend!
Still I’m sleepy; I’m
impatient due to a passion for writing
Butterflies are
flying in my heart, head is spinning the thoughts
I lost my love for
the money; I’m laboring to learn to write
Whole night I can not
close my eyes for a single moment
I have visionary plan
with few missions to complete
I decided to disposed
my desire for a phony fame and funny fortune
But, I am going to
keep the sweet memories of spiritual process
After hearing the
stories of the hurting hearts, I will write with empathy
Lot
of various images of pain and pleasant of the past, my dear relatives
I built-up high wall
around me, not to allow the fear of future!
There’s no visible
crack, so dark thought sneak into my conscious
At end, I sailed
seven seas to empty my heart to you, my almighty creator
I seat in serenity of
home, and like to do my best as long as I’m alive.
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