My love sings
As you ring
In early morning
To wish me good morning
I wake up to hear the bell
Hat sound so nice to tell
I am back in real world
You have really bowled
As artists are moody
I have set pen already
The moment I go deep
I am unable to think more and keep
I flow with time
That takes me sometimes
Far away from reality
I am missed with presence in totality
I miss world
I myself go out of fold
No one enters my heart chamber
It is very hard to remember
So your complaint is genuine
I am not aligned to your tune
I am in deep love and truly feel
The profession of being an artist really kills
I shall try to address
And admit on face
That artistic way life is different
Person goes in blank area and not at all present
hasmukh amathalal
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