Sharp and uncontrolled
Words and thoughts
Make me scared of myself
And yet I letter!
Each morning
I have to scribble.
Every night
I’ve to settle down!
Why to type letters
I never understand.
What I wrote then
At times I don’t know.
Under the fanI try to sleep tight.
But I need to wait
Till my mind sediments!
Body is fine and fit
With a tired brain!
Ideas and phrases
Still float like bubbles!
