Causes Of My Writing
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In the sky
Of my mind
Each and every
Word
Is like a cloud
Which plays with the rays
Of my ideas
And dances with the tune
Of my thoughts
And on the windy grounds
Of my all emotions
I break into
Either laugh or tears
And the poet in me
Hidden inside
Like all others
Forces me to write
Lines
Some coarse
In black
Some fine
In white.
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