It's 2:30 ; midnight
Still my fingers are crawling towards phone,
Aperturing towards notes,
Keeping everything aside,
Where my all treasure resides,
Scrolling up-down!!!!
Poems resting inside,
Reciprocating my feelings,
Which I m sharing,
Willing or not,
It gets published by my fingers,
Not having enough of courage for showing my emotions ,
But poems made me translucent,
Becoming an retribution,
Not a great author,
But can always try,
Back and forth....