I fell asleep while writing a Poem.
Upon waking I realised,
It was just perfect.
Question was why?
Why was I not convinced before?
The Poem was perfect even then,
It was the writer who was tired and sore.
A weary mind can barely comprehend.
Mind palace of Nishant Gang
I fell asleep while writing a Poem.
Upon waking I realised,
It was just perfect.
Question was why?
Why was I not convinced before?
The Poem was perfect even then,
It was the writer who was tired and sore.
A weary mind can barely comprehend.