Aspiring to become a poet
I sit in a place quiet
take my pen to write
as I
see the kite
my mind flys with it high
I turn to my page with a sigh
earnestly start to write
I see the stars in the night
I am bowled by their beauty
reminded of my duty
I come back to my page
find nothing in range
I attempt to write
well, this is the fight
I face all through
I write nothing it is true..
I sit in a place quiet
take my pen to write
as I
see the kite
my mind flys with it high
I turn to my page with a sigh
earnestly start to write
I see the stars in the night
I am bowled by their beauty
reminded of my duty
I come back to my page
find nothing in range
I attempt to write
well, this is the fight
I face all through
I write nothing it is true..
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