end up in my scribble pad
i call them my poems
which go round the emotions
whirl up the commotions
representing every poetic move
every mood into those mad words
i call them my poems!
in agony
in joy
in woes and strifes
in merry momentum cries
i cling on to the tip of these words
i cling on to the game of alphabets
i call them my poems!
may be they can send me to my dream world
may be they can bring me back from the embrace of darkness
they germinate from the seeds of my thoughts
they originate from the streams of my feelings
i admit they are vague sometimes
i admit they are magical manytimes
i call them my poems!
they stimulate my world
they branch out my moods
they rave my pen to write what i feel
they are the passions of my heart
i call them my poems!
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