February 4, 2016February 4, 2016

Fascinates Me

Narrate I my experience every day

share I my anguish not all days

part with my happiness every day

the trivial I see is transcribed

the serious is inscribed

exists there no difference

small and big have no inference

I write elaborately what I face

diligently sketch them in a trace

add a little colour and imagination

to catch the reader’s attention

know not whether I succeed

but it fascinates me indeed.

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