My mind is blank after giving birth to one writing.
I fill it with another one.
Joy to write…..
Eternally I am without being proud.
I know to live.
I see grave in womb of mind of people.
But I fill with green alphabets.
Feel living in grave.
Bravest in earth to give birth to artistic writings.
I feel proud in grave that I make grave as living home with eternal writing.
I see darkness with bright light.
I see dream to fly in spiritual height.
I see alphabets with spiritual feathers to make brighter as day.
I feel joy to writing writing writing.