My mind is clueless
am jotting this, and yet am topic less
I do not know what is driving me
i believe its the small voice within me
Am possessed with wild words
some asks, is this child mild?
with the wisdom am giving
poetic kingdom am living
I want to do this and that
this i will miss but no to that
play with words
like the way they play me,like cards
Am passing to different levels
if this was a game,then am on top levels
call me whatever you think
still in my words you sink
I create picture in your thought
i teach what you were never taught
In poetry am immortal
I know i stand stall
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