I only wished to write y'day night
An empty wish without any hope
Today I woke up to find the world all neat and bright
Alright! let me write, I said to myself
Just like a fountain of blood that flows out of a body with the pierce of a knife
It didn't stop, I couldn't control it
Its there within us all, and we know it. We know it flows through our veins
Just a prick of the needle is all it takes
In non-morbid words, we call it a trigger, an inspiration
There's coffee brewing within each of us, when it pours out, its poetry
I wrote and wrote
I realised,
What I couldn't create yesterday, and whose fate I don't know tomorrow
What I can't control, I can't take credit for either
Poetry comes and goes
Be patient, be Zen
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