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Novice Creation


*I'm not a writer, not at all* Some said yes, but I said no To blow off steam, I said perhaps But in this field, I was never perfect Coz I'll never be caught by a booklover Who'll suggest my name to any other No, it doesn't mean I want homage But it would be lovely to make waves How lovely it would be when somebody lurks, For the novice creation by every minute Despite that, it's still a dream Beyond all the bricks of the writer's field.. But how delightful it would be when someone wakes And nurtures herself with the view of lakes But what if, with a sudden shake She wakes up to reality and realize it as All the experiences she once had She was living in my books place With those scenes, she is serene Nostalgic and can be bittersweet But what can I do with those scenes Which feel like a broken dream What if someday she hits the sack And when she wakes, she sees a stare A stare of a monster from the grave And finds herself as a monster's prey Now her only motive is to run away Run for the life as far away Not for the money, not for the fame But for life she once enjoyed It lasts until she escapes Not from the monster, but from my books place It might hurt her and give her a headache But it will give her a reality check The girl who once loved my books place Will now regret it and ask herself Why did I like it at first glance? It was nothing but a terrifying place This is not a cruelty, but a human's trait To fear of jump out from a lovely track We all are of the same kind When life gives us a beautiful lily, we hold it tight But when it turns to hold the lily of the valley We put our hands behind our backs Coz at that time we see toxicity And forget about the inner beauty But can We forget all things for once And glare it as a beautiful bunch A bunch of a flower which is toxic But the beautiful petals can give relief Coz the toxicity was not it's mistake But it's might be a flower's trait This is why I'm not a writer Coz I failed as a lily holder I'm not the one who will always be lovely But sometimes I can give you situation toughly To escape the situation, you must be calm And wait for the ending with a lovely charm *I'm not a writer, not at all* People said yes, but I said no. ---
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