Let Me Write A Poem Today

Let Me Write A Poem Today short poem

Let me write a poem today, don’t stop me please;
Let me not stop today and release,
What is in my mind and what is in my heart…?
I am not and can never be a braggart…
I speak what is going on in my mind,
Like an arrow, I am trying to find;
My destination before I’ll be there…
But I know it’s not possible,
I cannot have all the solutions to the questions,
Which life has to offer…?
Am I destined for bigger things?
Things that no one has ever touched or will feel?
Things which are extraordinary, things which never deal?
With life’s simple problems?
Then a suppressed voice answers…”yes, I am destined for things,
Which no one has ever touched or will feel..”
I know people will say, “overconfidence which you have,
Will finish you someday..”
But I would like to reply them, “what did you guys do?
With just only confidence?”
If I am living in a fool’s world,
Then let me live in this world of my own,
‘Coz here there aren’t any discriminations, class, ego…
I like the place…just like anything and everything else…
Let me write a poem today, don’t stop me please;
But I don’t know how I can release…
All the things that are roaming in my mind,
And now already I’ve written a page or two, full of bad things
Let me write a poem today….

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