As a poet,
I sing the rhythm of life.
When the night is dark
I lead my way
I am adventurous, I reach anywhere
As a journalist,
My mind is always active
I write in my mind
Before I could type these thoughts.
The pen of power catches unaware.
Designing not a lonely art
Engaged with design
I pine for the unattainable
I sit confused on my table
The mind ablaze
The vision so clear
They won’t settle
The blank video cassette
Is being film again
Dreaming of plans
When will I be able to meet
But my brains still continue to tick.
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