Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh Induchudan
Writers Block - Poem by Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh Induchudan
sometimes i sit beside table
with a white paper in front of me
with a pen place open on it.
i know i want to write
but what i have to write
i dont know
then my mind will be devoid of thoughts
then i will start writing lies
i am an expert in telling lies
some lies become poems
some lies become stories.
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