(When got bedridden for months with a debilitating disease in 2007, to escape from depression, I turned to poetry) in pits of despair I lay, finding all doors shut. a sad impaired bird~ with broken wings wished to fly into sky, breaking all chains. a feat so daring my mind urged me to just try I started scribbling~ took off on fancy’s light wings. found words dancing on paper. gloom gave way to hope rhyme and sweet rhythm came in pair thoughts turned poetic~ they took the form of clean verse thus, my first poem was born
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