Do you know?
Why do I hit
Specks of frozen thought
With armless hands
When I have power
To explode
Fiery imagination
And fresh ideas?

Do You know?
Why do I fail
To recreate history
Of entire mankind
Owing to my own name?

Why do I disintegrate
Under the bed-sheet of fantasised night
Instead of facing the reality?

When I should have dazzled
Like a sun
Of Thousand winged fancy
Why do I disappear
Into obnoxious shade
Of perpetual obscurity?

When my destiny
Urges to march forward
Why do I stick so humbly
Wearing pampered smile?

Do you know?
Do you know why?

Because, I don’t have money.