My pen doesn't wake up to start,
another race against the words.
The Piled up letters in fragments,
Fall off,even before they reach the end.
The shattered alphabets lay on ground,
Some bruised, just alive or hiding tears,
But,they moved closer holding each other,
Here,I take a picture of the message,
So when you have a look , tell me,
You can atleast see the effort, if not love.
