Every single day, I think of some random verses. A few that are relatable, And some of them are very different.
I feel sad, sometimes. And to stop sinking, I write a poem. I do the same, To stop floating , With my infinite happiness.
I roam around, In the town. I buy some random stuff. I click picture of it, And write four lines about it. To keep the best possible memory of that stuff, Even if that isn't worth it.
I sing, And then I change the lyrics. "Hey, you are wrong!" , They say. And I worry not. Because I literally love to change the lyrics, Of every song that I sing. I want to flaunt my Rhyming skills, Everytime.
Yes, you are right.
If you think ,I am insane.
Because trust me,
You will find your verse ,one day.
May be without a rhyme,
But meaningful,
Totally.
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