It loses the power of conscience
Day suppose to be born sans sunshine
Day dies with loudless inner cries...
Roving all around the globe
Searching for something more
Eagerly picking out a bluish colour
To draw out the inner world on a colourless paper...
But,
The paper has no more resistance
It is so dull & faded
That nothing more can be added...
Thousands times of patience
Seems blur with the world of brume
Hope is a single hue
Which is added minute after minute...
Ambition is a single choice
But it was never to be balanced
Picking up the whole world at a time
Makes the mind a polluted wind...
A lot has to be done
A lot has to be come
But a single point of full stop
Makes this life a damaged crop....
Writing pointless suppose to mean
It was never a way towards dream
But this moment conveys thousands time
To find oneself behind the screen...
Leave about the world's words
Write down what you want to share
No need of beautiful words
Whatever come out are the inner power
Never underestimate your desires...
World is never going to change
If you can change yourself
Your world is the only world
Which is full of thousands rewards...
No matter whether you win or fail
It's only one place to bless oneself
Be your own mad for your work
Contentment is free with hardwork...
Write down thousands times
Repeat the words meant for you
May be pointless for others
But never deny it's your power...
Remove the mask of your heart & mind
Let it be free with the colourless colour
One day it would be the best option
For the world of your creation...
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