20 December 2017

I will...

I pen down words everyday,
A prose or a poetry.
To get addicted to this way,
To let mind and heart find glee.

Will I succeed, will I fail,
Only future day will have a tale to tell.

Today its new,
Like fresh spring dew,

So with audacity I continue,
A few words some old some new,
Stoking the fire,
Everyday with a new desire.

 
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