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My Poem

By Shaker Arakani

Till I get a poem, 
my mind erodes like a monsoon river
Even when it is concluded,
my mind flows without direction
 Any ideas 
that come to bathe into the lake of my thought,
become a poem for you,
that you reads around the clock
 My poem is a person, 
whom I use to help you make a better world
My poem is a letter,
which I use to give you massage
 I am sleepy, my friends 
My mind responds that my head doesn't work
Let me put a full-stop of the poem
And make you the title of it


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