09/12/25
It is true, i write,
writing is in my blood,
came along with my birth;
I cannot resist this wandering Muse,
this pen , now my keyboard, this flow
even in sleep; the currents of brain
night and day, like a stone in still waters
circle and move for thoughts and records
unprecedented in time's bed;
whether rthyming or couplets or freeverse
all spontaneous overflow - a pain or sorrow,
a mood or cavalcade, feast or function- all their
turns in times' notes; it is not a weakness,
it is a celestial joy by Heaven's mercy and Boon.
i go on, till my last breath, be it winter or summer,
I will flow.
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