• asim39_ 14w

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    with every dawn of rising sun,
    my words are melting away from my floating pen.
    far far in deep thought,
    penning on paper my inhaling ideas.
    Brain-drain,trodden mind,
    don't know what's going behind.
    But still keeping my hopes high.
    My pen just float away on my paper.
    Still waiting to get sparkle bloom,
    to glow away my loosing glee.
    Yes,i am broken,saddened,shivering in my deep thoughts.
    Whether to skip away or stay to play with words affairs.
    No,i can't i don't know,
    and that's why i am writing this post.
    Yes,with every dawn of rising sun,
    my words are melting away from my floating pen.

    asim39_