There were changes in the hustle bustle of the mind and the restless heart's believing
The scenarios which
were questioned and pretty much confused suddenly started to pop up
miraculously
The heart settled in the most but still the body continues to
work life sadly
The imagination to
change paths with trapped time just began to leap work and grow
The heart imagined
if there's time than the work could began to rise from low
Then the soul could
live in the times of fantasy and enjoy the deep sleep
But still the soul
is existing how much can the society keep on just ripping
Again, the second
wave of imagination starts to begin just in-case the works not published
Then there can be
an honorable time when the poetry and writing take a twist
They get burned
down along the poet and author being honored along their limited time list
At least the poet
can feel grand and happy when elements honor the writing wished
But still I
question the society please let the poet, author, and writer live at least
Just let them be
free and creative it's a lot for them and live over existing
When the struggle
of imaginative soul trapped in a day to day work, life, living
The heart settled
in the most but still the body continues to work life sadly
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