He writes day & night <br />And erase sometimes. <br />Then writes again. <br />He drinks a lot and stops <br />When there is no funds. <br />Starts again when his wallet sounds. <br />He walked thousands of miles <br />But he feels still at the same place. <br />One day he spoke to an insect <br />It struggles to survive in a cobweb. <br />'Dear! How could I help you <br />When my life too belongs to a mysterious hand?<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-his-life-belongs-to-a-mysterious-hand/
