Why should I write ?
There seems no reason bright
No thought fitting , correct
To most , it is a seasonal blight
Comes and goes . like a breeze
An affliction , dancing a trapeze
A momentary , fleeting song
cannot last very long
(Un )fortunately , it lasted
many myths it has blasted
and built a mossy carpet
of words , a house , a tenement
A hut, an edifice , or an office
Strangely, small will suffice
For I dont work much
No footfalls here do crunch
Leaves no comments , marks
No one interested in my barks
Yet , here I am , I see sparks
Peaceful brooding by the brooks
Who was it who advised,
To stand and stare , I did
It gave me joy and perspective
I am happy , in retrospective
That is all that matters , to me
My life and rules , you see
I am sure you do
and you wish too .
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