It neither for the wealth, it nor for the fame
The infatuation for words, you must blame
Submerging into emotions, so as to rhyme
And the feelings evaporate, gently sublime
Then rising again at the back of the mind
Where the whole of vocabulary is confined
Escaping again in the ambience of elation
To grasp for my sentences a worthy relation
Inking thoughts and imaginations on paper
Sitting for hours besides the burning taper
No glee or regret or nostalgia of gone past
Or anxiety of how long future the will last
Living up to the fullest in the present today
Thus if not me, my reminiscences will stay
Thro’ all the phrases and sentences written
For they gonna get all the readers smitten
Welcome break from harsh bitter true life
Immersing in ecstasy away from the strife
A daydreaming fancy unlike the insomnia
A humble attempt thro’ my poetic insignia
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