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Creativity means to me

Poetry By: Tuppa

It's for you if you are creative.......... ......Tuppa

Submitted:Sep 8, 2011    Reads: 38    Comments: 8    Likes: 2   


I asked her a question to prove my credibility,

Hey creativity, if I ever met you what would you give me.

Creativity mourned; I had given you a life to breadth.

Still you felt wasn't it enough? What did you need?

I said to her, life meant living for others till the dead end.

Where did I stand in your world? Why don't you be my friend?

Creativity mourned; be my child when you need to learn;

Be brave and strong for something to earn.

I thought creativity has lost into the wings of my brain,

She didn't understand me, never realized my insane;

I said to her, keep you're thought within yourself,

Don't worry; my time will come to prove myself.

I desired to fight against her to prove her wrong,

I wet my skin to sweat under the burning sun.

I felt my senses said; you had gone against her will.

You were bigger and stronger than her;

She was weak and ill.

On a moonlight in a dense forest of the earth's south east;

I dragged my self to the top of the hill to listen to my heart-bits.

I stood under the full-moon to look at my expanding shadow,

I sang to my self creativity what you wanted me to follow.

Creativity laughed, ran and ran to earn knowledge;

You will gain by other's life's baggage.

Creativity, I found you from," building's roof to floor";

You have a home here, knocking at my heart's door.


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