I write and its predetermined,
These papers will later blow away with the wind.
Its tough to start writing, be it whatsoever,
But once you begin you wish to stop never.
The middle portion of any work is the easy as lines come thick and fast,
The mind turns into an ocean of thoughts, an ocean so vast.
The ending is just as tough as the beginning,
As it should sound good even if someone chooses to sing.
Writing frees my soul and I am very proud of it,
Even if my works are not such a hit.
I hope that I continue to write for long,
Or my life would be a Bollywood film without a song.