March 21, 2016March 21, 2016

Write I

Write I with nothing in mind

at times it is empty words

most times being empty thoughts

I write with as though I am great

Knowing well I would not be read

that is how I spend my time

never bothered about the clock’s chimes.

2 thoughts on “Write I”

albinameraj says:

March 21, 2016 at 10:46 am

Relatable.

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1. meenas17 says:
  
  March 21, 2016 at 11:13 am
  
  Of course. Thanks.
  
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