as i was thinking
a thought stuck my mind
why don't i write something
but.....,
"what if my poem becomesa mess
like a scribble without any sense
what if my friends find it meaningless
it would again add up a serious malaise
but how foolish i am to think like that
when i know my friends never make ne sad
i may not rank among the best
but now i know i need to make a start
i am not bad, neither are my thoughts
it is just my cruel imagination
that makes me feel i'm worthless
that kills my enthusiasm and lowers my pace
So why don't i change myself when
i know it's me on whom everything depends
'you can do it' its often said to encourage me
now i say,'yes i can' as it has moved me
really, now i can express my inner voice
and say to you too,'its your choice'
