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Jan 2017
When there is a cloud of sorrow, a poet's pen learns to walk.
When the sorrow intensifies with heavy showers, the pen learns to dance and creates magic.

When peace and tranquility prevails, the poet's pen starts to wamble. It gets difficult for it to take each and every step.
And during the summer of happiness, the pen moves to a corner and suffocates to death.
The best poem from a poet's dairy comes out only during sorrow.
The heart break brings very strong emotions into words. Whereas during happiness, the poet forgets all her words and enjoys every moment of joy.

This is my first poem in almost 4 months.
Deeba
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