Well. I am stumped on questions about me As I don't understand what goes on in my head you see. But I try my best, to make sense nonetheless, The ramblings of different voices in my head. When I lie in slumber At night, I chatter. Yes, I'm peculiar At times. Though I'm loved (most times), And for that I have Allah to thank. Graduated into "adulthood" two years ago, Though it certainly doesn't feel so. Linguistics is a hobby, Not a science for me. But poetry is my passion, Though talent, is a different question. As you see, counting syllables and me Are just not meant to be. I shall save you from my dronings And stop at this very moment, Bid you Assalamualaikum, And good morning :)
