Secretlywriting

From this world I secretly write, I secretly write because I am afraid showing my poems to my mother, I am scared she will not even bother. I write about the sun, the moon, the roses, the sunflowers, the Beatles, And even about the smallest creatures I write about the reader Or a spoon feeder, thinking himself as a natural leader, I write about the lovers, who are waiting for some colours, but still in the end suffers. I write about the struggles, then doubles and multiples, The known history and the victory that is still a mistery, I write about the beauty of the rain, And about the people in pain, who wanna be happy in vein, I keep on writing and suddenly I stop, Cause I can't find a full stop, I am unable to find the ending and all my stories are pending, I search and search and search but then I pause, Yes you have to Before a round of applause, So I just keep a comma on all my fears, Wiping all my tears, instead of searching for the endings, I search for a new beginning, So, I write again, this time much strong, No more fear of expressing my thought, I tell my mother where I really belong, I write down to them who told me wrong, Hobbies and passion come along, And this time I write about me, And all of my immortal poems, I write and write and then someone knocks my door, And I am declared to be no more, But then my poems smile, And promise me to be alive.