​Even today I write
Not for fame nor peace of mind
I write as my fingers tingle
To put thoughts in frame
Sing the song with written words

That has no name
Does it matter much
When life scatters dust
They will lie forgotten in nooks
And corners of a perishable life..
Even today I write..

Not just pain and joy
But as days go by little stories
That one of a kind or simple and common
But touched a chord deep
Protest and war, crime and punishment
Love and loss, jealousy and accomplishment
Not one emotion not one sort
I write I breathe and I love
I live a lot ..
Even today I write ..

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