moods puzzled me those days of no words
and had not mastered rhyme or breaking
lines
those days i was a slave to my bad temper
today i sail on winds of my moods
now i long for displeasure and time
knowing my skill to transform tempest
into songs of pleasure that pleases a heart
making soul dance non-stop now
pain in current times i consider precious
unlike then in vain i struggled to sing
for now poetry flows easily like water fall
pushing with force to express all my pain
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