MY WORK

My work is to write

Not to wait for someone to criticize

My work is to dream

& words of mine will make them gleam

My work is to see

& my eyes will tell me whatever it would be

My work is to listen

Even the tiny voices without any reason

My work is to draw

& no need to follow the newton’s law

My work is to feel

The touch of nature with its peal

My work is to say

As the thoughts crossing my mind in random way

My work is to observe

& walk across my mind’s gentle curves

My work is to smile

& the world would be happy for a while

My work is to do

Without caring if sky is dark or blue

All I need to do is nothing

Which I know will result in something