Poet Traits

Holding pen for too longWhen nothing came to mindI decided to write the situationThat fully compiled my time. These maths, these chemistriesSometimes wave as vainSometime they land safelyOn the track by my mind plane. Newton’s physics a disasterHyugen’s law stands on the street. English is bit lovedWriting too far forAll my mind being stuckedIn calculusContinue reading “Poet Traits”

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