A Poet With No Fame

Is it all abstract? No impact Scribbled on a tattered page The words which want a face With a quill dipped in ink Driven by thoughts in sync The untold name

Musings of a Poet

Musings of a Poet

In the luxury of reveries and a heart, melting like chalk dust, the day grinned to an unfaithful dusk.

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