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Preponderance of thoughts
and none to pen right now;
search or create the muse,
this has to be done,but how !
Life, love, pleasures and joys
don’t we all seek the same things
tears, disappointments and pain
of these too we are forced to sing.
Should dreams be kindled tonight
or memories be allowed to play,
should words paint a rainbow for me
or hopes will mercilessly be slayed.
Ah! this hopeless clutter of words
the entangled web of random moods,
they actually are a source of this poem
and it so seems,they prefer it this crude !