sitting idle
without knowing what to do
mistaken as stillness i reached
who knows the erupting valcano
splits its dust all over around
days and time will pass
but when this pause will end
who knows
learn to wait with patience
too much patience may be
looked as inability
do u think how to cross this inability
here is the way
start writting poems
may be few will screem with joy
that makes u joy and able
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