Words

Words short poem

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Let my words pour out from my mind
In many shapes or shapeless shapes
I don’t care what they look like or
how they would perform
I just need them to be there for me
So I can see and enjoy the slight grin on my face
I won’t sigh on their foolishness,
I won’t judge them,
I won’t hate them,
For they are mine, only mine.

Poet’s Note:
This poem is about the apprehensions and the inhibitions, that a writer face – in terms of good and bad. The poem simply says to have faith in your writing as it is for your own simple pleasure.

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Few words, but words matter, we have got to be able to express ourselves to survive.

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