Thoughts are random, as random as the rolling of dice. You sit in metro or a cab, thoughts invade your mind. And I assemble those thoughts into a sequence of words and which finally shapes into poem. A poem speak a lot. The hidden thoughts you want it to be heard, the profound love for your partner, family and friends. The words are magical playing its strands and chords into a beautiful piece.
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