EXISTENCE

In the mist of  foggy morning

She just slipped for usual longing 

A pen and paper with an  intense smirk

Off she went to cuddle the murk

Nothing crossed the crowded mind

Nothing but the very troubled life

To pen down, suddenly sounded strange

She was suffering a mental strain

Poignant reminder, those completed arts

Since others knew what you had  on

What's this  existence means to hold 

Questing acts ruined the ease to move on

Hours passed without a word

She couldn't stop until she finds

Then at last it was striked,we need to keep 

exploring the film called  life.