WORDS
WORDS I wrote them randomly, the dictator called them 'Sense-less'. I wrote them in a rhyme. the dictator called it a 'Stupid song'. I kept writing them effortlessly, times changed, the dictator changed. The first part was called a STORY, and the second, a POEM. I realised that it was not the dictator's fault, just my doubts on myself! Dictators will come and go, but I should not stop writing. People will like it or not. I should not stop expressing. I should keep on 'PLAYING' with words, A lovely game. Isn't it?