Colors of rainbow,Come in a row.
I don’t know,How do they like that flow?
Today I thought oftentimes,Who in me rhymes?
There is a mind,Which is blind,And unassigned,To anything defined.
Rhyme is something that I do not want to pause,Something that I always want to cross.May be because,I want you and I to come across,Something beyond profit and loss.
“Oh rhyme! I always feel that by speaking words,We add mud.
If I can see that everything is happening to me,I can see that everything is happening to you.
Life is what is, Or what I miss ?
Life is what I am,Or what I become ?
‘Living life in a fence,Does it make sense?’
Today I thought to put lens,To explore the immense.
Everything in life has a time,Everything in life has a rhyme.
While trying to ‘hold sand into a fist’,Most of it fell off the wrist,The leftover was ‘gist’,Or, merely a…