A dedicated Digital Marketer, with a passion for writing articles and poetry.
And everyday the motive arrives
Motive to complete a set of series in the twenty-four hours.
She sits at of her table with numerous piles of books.
Some are visited everyday and some remain untouched for long.
She arrows to reach the northern sky even though she hands five hooks daily.
Days pass, and the layers of dust equal the piles.
They cry for they want her to drown in the ocean
Instead of just a mere pond.
A dive into the ocean which will take her straight to the pole star.
For she wishes to shine among the crowd.
She calls the awaited crowd as her Best Friend.
Best Friend at her bad time?
Best Friend when she has no ladder to reach the pole star.
