The Confused Soul
Before I started writing this, for some time I am in to meditative mood. This is because I am not really sure what to write but I felt I need to write something. I feel this situation as the Confused Soul My soul is void I need to fill up something From dawn to dusk The question what to write? Was knocking my mind Many thoughts are twined More in the loop And more deep I swoop But, hard to find the answer for the question Blank and vague was my face expression Suddenly I felt, I got the answer And on my face, there is a silent laughter Whatever you are reading now is What I Wrote In the form of poem and soul is flamboyant now.