Poetry is neither a career nor the meditation.
Played with the words on the situation.
It is just like one exciting game.

With the game earning some recognition as well.
But it is only you and I, who can actually tell.
What is working behind the game?

Being not so wise, can’t imagine past situations.
So whatever you presented me the recommendations.
I am just describing the same.

Round-the-clock process, now it has become.
So every moment being drowned in the rhythm.
Can’t differentiate ice or the flame.

All rhymes conform to you? Yes, it’s true.
But it doesn’t mean that I am remembering you.
Not composing for you, but for the fame.