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

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