Wrote a bit
So, wrote a bit after a while, Under the fear this writer might fall apart. Wrote a bit that didn't have an end or a start. Not here to babble about life or death. Wrote a bit that might not make much sense. For I was lost, in a life too intense Wrote a bit after a while, to be me again. After all everyone's full of happy and pain. For I am a shadow, through the silent streets I flow. For I am a breeze, like all I too need to blow. Wrote a bit after a while, to make sure I still believe. Though I am a better person, but still a bit naive. Among all the bad, good, black and white. One thing was for sure right. I Wrote something that did felt like my diet. © Mohit Jha Disclaimer : All of this is the original works of the poet and its reproduction in any kind is highly discouraged.