Story Of Desire
forced by desire to write
one night I took a pen and paper under light
I dreamed, imagined and not what I did
Still could not make the pen and paper meet
I looked inside as well as outside
But failed to find a subject to describe
The wind blew and moon appeared
But they did not made my mind delight
I thought and thought and fought a lot
And slowly my will began to broke..
At the end, I forced my desire to die..
With a smile, of course of failure and shy! !
poem by Aman Saa
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