The waste time ( a nonsense poem)
Some uncomposed thought
Came in mind
Which scribble brought.
I sat like nothing
tried to and cloud caught.
Colour pens helped me a lot.
I released myself
But tried a bird and caught.
It was impossible
But I hard faught and faught .
Hasty thoughts to compose myself
Deep in the mind delve
Digging soil, digging coil
Leaving cold water to boil.
To bring something bright
Looking towards sky
To catch a kite.

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