Nikunj Sharma - Worth - II

Blown beliefs; Show the doorway
Shattered thoughts litter the floor
Lost confidence.
Motionless my pen drips on faded paper
Words stagnant as leaves
on lake.

A remark, from someone
Far away, makes me rethink
Read again, in a drift
Where the readers would gain

I reflect.Why me?
My thoughts stand still
I walk uphill, against my will

A ripple comes
The pen no longer slips, on each word
It plants a kiss, at the heart of paper

I write again,
Nor for adoration
But for the stone that creates ripples.

Nikunj Sharma

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