Thinking too much,
Thinking for long,
Can't go on,
Just have to stop.
There are too much thoughts,
Begging me to put them down,
Crowded- cant let them all out,
Can't allow them to stay in.
Try to do them all justice,
But where to begin, I just wonder,
My dreams, my memories,
My wishes, my desires?
I just let them leave,
Bubbles in the air,
Shining in the sun so bright l,
For another day I'll find them,
and write a poem for one and all.
A great ars poetica, Apurva. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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