If thought refuses to progress, stuck by sickening grief. If words refuse to articulate, the defeaning noice in mind. I put my pen down. I submit my defeat to the lord of words. If the page rejects to maifest into a mosaic of thoughts. If ink refutes the flow of beautiful ideas. I put my pen down. I submit my defeat to the lord of words. If the emptiness of life encroach upon my pristine space. If the confusions of mind occupy my beautiful corner, I put my pen down. I submit my defeat to the lord of words. If worry blurrs the idea, like anxiety seizing life. If falsity takes over truth, like avarice engulfing authenticity. I put my pen down. I submit my defeat to the lord of words. Vipanchi
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