I am not in a mood to write
As my days are full of fight
To seek work and earn some money
To feed myself and don't look funny
I am in no mood to look
At the serpentine brook
And put down words on its beauty
For I have to work for bread and tea
I know I can't live well
Write good poems and sell
Name and fame don't kill hunger
In poetic clan let me die as a stranger
How much did Jesus, Budha, Mother Theresa, Shakespeare etc made? Yet they remain relevant even though they have died years ago
By manipulation of best times to come, we adjust ourselves to go ahead in our venture!
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