On one quite night i wrote a poem
And titled it "Moon And I"
Although it was the time when i was quarantined..
My grandpaa read that and praised my highs
While no sooner evryone forgot it with the coming times..

The next time i wrote poem was a time when i felt low,
All the bushes were my friend while the stars were in an anxious glow
That poem became the least favourite of my mother
But if anyone will aks about it now, she will probably do a fake flatter

After my some million breathes
i wrote a poem about
"Eveything messed." It was actually the time when i though life is no less than a test.
The stars were now hided behind the skies
And that poem was remained between me and my mind.

I was never able to gave myself power to be personal about the thing
and that was when i wrote a poem on my own streaks with a title "Enough Of Life."
I never thought i will make it read to anyone.


despite,After sometimes,
when i die, you will be reading this beyond a fake smiled moon and this depressed sky.

Don't bother to praise it with unneccesary flatters,
or don't tire yourself for giving it a grade..
but as if possible try to get into the deepness and make sure you know the meaning of what i says..!



-vaneeza
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