Pic : Internet, (Edited)

the torn pieces
littered around,

pages
with writings,

written, read,
rejected, and torn,

the wind outside
unable to contain,

it’s secretive role
of the peeping tom,

barges in through
the open window,

to rearrange some bits
of the dried ink,

admonishing the writer
on his wastage of time,

like an old school teacher
pointing mistakes,

at the use
of irrelevant words,

to fill answers
in the provided space,

how difficult can it be
after all,

to align three words
that say it all.

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Vidur
22Aug17