After so many dusks and dawns,
I sat in my couch, calm and composed
Unrestrained by mind
and even unresolved
I commence writing something,
then the thirst and hunger
of paper pacified
and were quenched.
Then came my emotion...
Gushing, spouting, spreading, spurting and
gliding into my being
and whishpered...
in a tone; oh so pure and melodious
like a nightingale singing in a dark night
I knew and know
you can't stop writing.
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