19-02-2024
Monday
A Diary in a Table
A Table, outside the room
The room, it’s free
Free of space
Trying, I’m , to write Something
To explore new thing
A free mind, A free space
My eyes, creating Showroom
Where I’m recreating poem
Through my tonality voice
Smiling face,
Flushing face,
The blood, inside the body
Playing race
Both my ears
Creating some a kind of fears
But,
I’m there, just trying
Yeah !
It’s still trying..!
(“I fall. I break. I cry. But still… I try.”–DIARYPOEM24)