The world is not
Waiting to receive my message
Nor am desperate
To deliver the one
When love has
Lost its value
Where words have
Anything to say
I am plain,
As plain as a white paper
Anyone can write anything
I'm not bothered
The dawn is pleasant and
The Sun has started its work
When the Nature is clear,
Why can't we, can we?
A Poem by Ayubkhan.U
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