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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