A Mark Poem by chandan kumar akella

In the process of trying
something new for a better you.

Sometimes, you see through seasons of INSOMNIA.

Sometimes, this STHITHI of the mind,
is just a confused dance of the bees within.

Sometimes, it is a BLAZE dancing in the backyard
of the WIRELESS mind, and the soloist accompanying
this dancing blaze shows eagerness to make a MARK.

The world is waiting keenly, to feed your hunger
by thinking of your desire.This desire
to make a MARK, drives you to destination.

Keep moving with a DAGGER, to achieve a wishful moment.

There is always a? [Question Mark - :) ]

The time will speak, it has to.