My
work is to write
Not
to wait for someone to criticize
My
work is to dream
&
words of mine will make them gleam
My
work is to see
&
my eyes will tell me whatever it would be
My
work is to listen
Even
the tiny voices without any reason
My
work is to draw
&
no need to follow the newton’s law
My
work is to feel
The
touch of nature with its peal
My
work is to say
As
the thoughts crossing my mind in random way
My
work is to observe
&
walk across my mind’s gentle curves
My
work is to smile
&
the world would be happy for a while
My
work is to do
Without
caring if sky is dark or blue
All
I need to do is nothing
Which
I know will result in something
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