And I just don’t know how to start,
The way I do and will be doing.
Accepted is my style, adopted too,
Ranging from high peaks to low merits.
Words from memories, lines for wind overshadows,
Appear for crystal clear human individuality.
In people are my lessons, in masses too,
Reviving across the psycho drive of minds.
Filling the lost spaces and hidden plots,
Thereby, in each human broken spots.
At times, at eyes, at heart do I talk,
From the trained little block of mine.
Now, here do we do, not for a cause,
But for everyone to do, to feel impart.
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