Nothing much.
I was just a player in my lobby,
Things changed, and I found my hobby.
Continuing it since few years,
With this ink I even write few tears.
Putting sorrows in this ink,
I just don’t ink words,
I actually ink down my fears.
From midnight till morning,
I ink out my all dreams,
’cause I sleep with papers, yawning.
No jokes, these facts I am not faking.
You may wonder, how a kid talks about pain,
It wasn’t easy, I didn’t grow up playing games.
Instead of toys, I preferred my pens,
That’s why I am stable for my aims.

- Sumeet Gulabani

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