Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
Sunshine, this seems to be a true nature of poets that you are depicting here.
When I wake up, I think of writing,
While I get to work, I think of writing,
When I get back from work, I think of writing,
When I write, I think of writing.
I don't know why
this so true,
Even when my eyes sleep,
I still think of writing,
Nightmare or lovely dreams,
Its poetry, as it seems,
Tales of love, despair, happiness and strife,
To write poems and stories I do strive...
Life is like a painting,
That in an art gallery is left hanging,
Though many come just to look at it,
A very few actually come to enjoy it.