Shall I write again?
Do I have what is needed?
So that I can relish my feelings,
And turn it into words?
What was recently written,
was as premature as it can be.
A piece that was never meant to be,
but forcefully crafted,
only to satisfy some foolish virtuous reasons,
Deviating from its original path of creation.
Now that the conscience has been re-awakened,
will the essence of soul in the words
gonna be the same as before?
For any changes was currently not embraced,
for it will erode what still remains,
if there is any remnant to be worried about.
Written on 15/12/2004
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