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I Write
Emotion is the designer of dream
Search for the meaning of feeling is futile
As they mingle totally in my twilight time
My mind sinks in dusky obscurity
Impulses unexpressed.
After the wasted walk in the miasmic day
The meandering garden path I’ve lost
Look now for a guide to show me the way
To the unknown end after the journey
Story untold.
The cycle of good times and bad times
Shrouds the skeptic mind with confusion
That clears as the mist of foreboding lifts
I discover a new door open for me
Yet unentered.
When the day’s last sunrays flash past me
Under the chromatic sky I sing my song
You all go your way, don’t ever hear
The lyric of my soul I then write
For I’m unlistened.
I write for time's tome of eluding continuum
Although unfulfilled at the end of each chapter
When unsure if I should stop or keep on writing
The latent urge stimulates me to scribe for self
Even if unread.
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August 30, 2022
Contest : I Write Because
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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Subimal Sinha-Roy
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