New Year Resolutions

New Year Resolutions short poem

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The echoes of those ancient poetries
Red ink dripping from blank dreams
Drooping pens and tightened grips
Gloomy blue tunes, fatuous time slips
These are few of my forgotten things

Futuristic pragmatic event flows
Far sighted chapter with new goals
An adventurous new episode scroll
Shining with a white washed soul
These are few of my experimental things.

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I am an anaesthesiologist by profession and words and colours are my passion. Rainbow coloured words and lyrical strokes of my painting rules my heart and medicine rules my mind.
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