I want not to rule over this world,
Nor I want garments purled.
Neither I want stars and moon,
Nor I want to be tycoon.
Blossomed the delicate buds of inspiration
by the sprinkle from drizzling sky.
Poet's spirit swirled like the whirlpool
and brought him kingdom of imagination.
Words of greatest bard would always shy
That could never suffice,
Describing delicate buds of rare type.
Covering those pearls white
Trust in love, but a vessel full of milk,
Just a drop of sour lime,
Or any drop of sourish type,
Will result in the same,