Jul 29, 2017
“meri atmakatha” - Quite a lot about what I’am!
Unlike wisdom or false sorcery Few things a poet hopes from his poetry To ink and honestly be seen Or to celebrate democracy without being mean May be I care what you’d think When I spill my private ink Uneasy secrets I dare not tell Fear of judgment or misspell
It’s little I write Much less than what I see It’s not something I was born with A soul that dreams with no sleep But I care less of what you’d think When they hear why I breath heavy In that moment, only they matter In that moment, I would be me.
Worse or better. I’d be me. �n*�~]Q
