Making in process

I sit down to write
With anxiety bottled up in my mind
As I come closer to the pen
With anguish in my head
Words rushing outside
Creating chaos inside
As I sit to pen them down
Thousands of which I condemn
Finally when I find a perfect pair of sentence
There comes another problem of tense
When I clear all those
Coming close
Towards the end
When I'm about to send
I re-read
Emerging there, 100 correction needs
But then I finally gather courage
Encouraging my inner rage
I tear off the page
And stand on this stage
With the words boggling my mind
All I can find
Is the poetry out there
With its own unique flare
So now, I've started to write again.

Kanishka bhootra
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