The first time I wrote a poem,
It was just because of a contest.
The first time I wrote a poem,
It was just because it is needed.
The time another year has come,
I have written again a poem.
The time another year has come,
I have written it for my bestfriend.
And now, I'm writing again a poem,
Why? Of course, to delineate
What my mind's telling me to do so,
And what my heart's holding for so long.
In the world where everything's been literal,
I'll write and write as my hand's not tired,
I'll think and think not just with my mind,
And my heart'll direct me in every word I might write.
YOU ARE READING
As To Remember The Old Times
PoetryThese are the products of my own imaginations and experiences, dressed in a poem to hide the pangs within me.
