Urgent

a poem by Rajasekran S

I am at mother of invention;
need to go to home to have my dinner;
hence I wind-up my scribbling right now;
brim thoughts come brimming at empty stomach,
when I chew my pan beeda;
even at dining table;
even at spreading bed sheets for my daughter,
even while washing hands and legs and face,
after reaching home
hence I bid adieu! God be with you.
Good night: good morning : good afternoon:
good for every time everyone!!!