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The Writer
I see I observe
I feel I absorb
I write
Some of my own Others I borrow from your life
An actor A spectator Sometimes a playwright I play various roles In this movie called life
A silent observer An emotional voyeur An active participant
Your emotions are my need A thought springs from a seed
I haven’t been abused Still I feel the pain No spouse who cheats on me But for you I weep rivers of rain
The good. The bad. The ugly All shades my words portray
All colors on my palette Nothing just Black or White
For isn’t what we call Fiction But a fact of life.
~Mayuri Sharma~
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