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Sep 2018
No sound  
Just the tick tick of clock
It was 4 am in the morning
Laying on bed , darkness all around
Thoughts making up my mind
I wasn't asleep , neither i was awake
Dreaming with open eyes
Only thing I could do was hit the pen ,paper and scribble
Just scribble out
It was only time I could express what I was going through .
Penning down my thoughts
I wish I could write for hours and hours
No checking rhymes , no rythms
No such words , no breath taking sentences
But if I  try a little harder to think what to write then just
maybe the page won't stay forever white
I wrote myself on a white paper till paper become black .
It was just another of those sleepless nights where I  was free.
                                         ~ Suhas Ghoke
Written by
Suhas Ghoke  M
     ---, Cmi, Salmabanu Hatim, ---, Shruti Dadhich and 1 other
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