Still

On the book I found my
Own time still.
I have my own quill and
go to a well where water nil.
I feel I am top of the hill
Where I am ready
If you want to kill
Come to me and kill.
Remember the book is mine
And I am on the book
And I am still.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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