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Give me a topic!


 I think I've written a lot,

But now what to write?

Give me a topic!

Come to the creative side!

It's really hard to think,

Yes, I know!

But thinking is also fun!

My sister said so!

Give any topic you like!

I want others to tell, it's the time!

I need a suggestion,

For the 1st year completion, 

I want to reach the 2nd year soon,

Grant me an idea boon,

And I'll introduce the blog moon soon!

Give me a topic, 

And I'll reach the new one soon!

What do you like?

Send it to me, will it be fine?

Be bold,

Come enjoy with me,

Sometimes I feel bored,

I need company!

My best friends,

Grandparents,

Who ever you are please give me company!

Become an author!

And write further!

It'll be really interesting!

Become my bestie!

And come play with me!

It's time to be free!

Now let's say bye bye,

Give me a topic which is fine!

Read this post,

And who's the one who'll send the most?

I really want to know!

Let's be friends, alright,

Give your answers before night, 

Be mine,

Your answers are sure to be fine!

And they're mine!



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  1. T.SrinivasanJuly 27, 2021 at 1:07 PM

    Wow what an invitation to join with you . your poem seeking for a topic really made me to search for words. Here is my word for you to write about"Poet".iam expecting from you
    From Pushpa patti

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