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Here I sit, on this chair,
Typing these few lines.
Hoping I could make a book someday-
And publish it for the public.
I write for my satisfaction,
I write what I think is true.
What I feel for others,
Also when I feel blue.
Words flow out of me,
Without rhyme, with reason.
Though not every time,
Not every season.
It’s difficult sometimes,
To express what I feel.
Cause English isn’t my language,
To truly express what I mean.
Yet I try to be as explicit and simple,
In my words.
So forgive me friends,
If my poems taste like sour curds.
For me, a poem means, simplicity of all humans
I write most of them, not just for fun
Its language so simple, so that we need not go thru’ a dictionary
Like most of them, it’s like playing a game of pictionary.
About the Creator
Sanah N
Writer & poet looking at being hired for freelance writing & publishing my works.
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