Makeshift Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

It is temporary
a template of sorts.
But still the urge overrides,
to be prominent,
to be relevant.

Why be relevant at all?
why seek importance?
Like the cirrus cloud
up above the world so high,
answer remains beyond.

Day in and out
the craving remains,
and life stays on track
owing to this urge,
owing to this feeling.

Remaining as at least
a remnant matters.
That's life, if at all
there's something called it.
Life matters, life.