Nights are sleepless
Days have become dreamless
Each passing moment
Makes me a little more restless.
Is it the art
In me 
Or the 
Spark in me 
Which makes me 
Feel uneasy? 
Am I responsible 
For who
And 
What I am?
Yes! 
It's me
Solely.
I think 
With every blink
I relish what I've
But all I fear is 
What I posses 
Will perish 
That's my pain
And my fright 
But, I know
The light in me 
Will fight 
All my frights.
 
  
 
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