There is a question in my mind,
What is the reason I can't rhyme,
There are people dying around me,
and children crying around me,
But when I sit to write,
My room is so surprised,
I just remember the plot,
But forget all my thoughts.
Those jumbled thoughts come again,
Which cause me quite some mental strain,
Even after spending hours together, I couldn't write a song
Smoking cigarettes with ash all around,
There is s phrase which I have found,
But travelling from my brain to pen,
My thoughts have turned around
There is a question in my mind,
What is the reason I can't rhyme,
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