IN THE EARLY MORNING WITH NOTHING TO SAY
In early morning with nothing to say
I wonder why I must say something
Who am I to say something?
Who needs my voice?
Who needs my name?
Writing done as therapy
is perhaps nothing to be ashamed of
But to expect it will mean anything to anyone else
is perhaps too much
In the early morning with nothing to say
I again write about having nothing to write about-
Am I a fool
Or just an obsessive graphomaniac
In need of my morning fix
Before I go out to face a world
I have to try to live in?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Early morning says nothing but expresses everything in wonderful manner. Wise and nice sharing...10