Some days, I try

but no thought passes by

or across my mind.

 

Some days are good.

I am influenced by my mood

and write how I should.

 

Some days, I have no hope

and no strategy to cope

with my inability to write in my trope.

 

There are also days

when I try to envisage

and keep scribbling my thoughts on a page.

 

Sometimes, I pick up a pen

and stop writing when

I reach till its end.

 

Writing is a bit tough, you see.

It is like a chest having a lock with a distinct key

which holds within an amazing mystery. 

 

 

 

A Mysterious Chest

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