Click.
Click.
Click.
As the subtle sounds of the phone's keyboard
Click away to form a silent rhythm,
And as I write this very poem,
My eyes droop further, with the unexpectedly
Melodic song played by the keyboard
And as my mind strays to every corner
To look for better adjectives to write down,
It gets more tired, preparing to throw in the
Towel
And I now decide to cut it short
As my mom's voice sounds, calling me for sleep,
And my eyes fall to their last, before which
One last peep,
Good night, poem, incomplete, imperfect, yet
(in my opinion)
Neat.
WOW. I enjoyed the lineIncomplete yet neat .
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Pushpa patti
Very good Shriyan. Keep it up. God bless you my dear.
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