The empty and lonely sky
yet, so serene and still
and at scorching noon
Why am I eager?
...
Most pray for
Wealth, wisdom and health
For self and for
Near and dear
...
O my svelte lass
Yearn to touch
Your lustrous feet
And wish to pass through
...
At times,
You excite me so much
And many a time
Deeply hurt me too
...
A poet must be really crazy
Sometimes,
He chooses to understate,
And at times overstates
...
it's in the silence
It's in the rhythm
It's in the rhyme
It's in the flow
...