I Write Something...... Poem by Nirvan Kumar Upadhyay

WHAT SHOULD I WRITE, ABOUT THIS EMPTY HOLLOW WOODEN BLOCK?
NEVER, I GET AN ALARM OF A COCK, WHILE BEING INSIDE OF THIS UNHAMMERED ROCK;
LIFE IS UNSTEADY AND KEEPS MOVING, TERRIBLY;
INSIDE THIS TERRIFIC JUNGLE, IT LOST ITSELF MERRILY;
SOON AFTER COUPLE OF MINUTES, EMPTY BLOCK GETS TERRORISED, SO MUCH, UNDER THE BLANKET OF THIS SKY;
COULD YOU PLEASE SAY ME, WHAT SHOULD I WRITE?

MY LOBBY IS EMPTY;
NOW, IT DOESN'T FAVOUR ANY BRAND EQUITY;
I NOTICED, MANY ROOTS CAME OUT OF THE CRACKS, BUT THEY LACK OF FLOWERS AND TREES;
AND THEN AFTER SOME TIME I CAME TO KNOW THAT, THEY HAVE LOT'S OF MYSTERIES.............
MY LOBBY IS EMPTY....
THE WOODEN BLOCK IS EMPTY....................