Predicament of Being Born

On the day I was unborn I took a stroll around the earth A few steps here, a few steps there Around the vastness of its girth Treading along unknown territory Wading through waters Marked as another’s sanctuary Lands spread across The wines and the creepers The trees standing tall Watching like time keepers I …

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Write me down!

Writing is what inspires me to live, Or living is what inspires to write. I know not how the pen became my life, But I write to survive. Some time alone is mine to read, Or scribble a little on the blank sheet, Mornings are my time to breathe, I write before I cook & …

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