I write because of this vain test,
You put me through without a rest,
Challenging me as if a bet,
To pit forward unrehearsed set,
...
An ill invention is my shame,
What I cannot do, I blame,
Another human without name,
Which of now I consider lame,
...
Salute to mature teens like me,
Who speak, who write with certain art,
Who speak, who write with certain fear,
Yes, we are all together bound.
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Impromptu
I write because of this vain test,
You put me through without a rest,
Challenging me as if a bet,
To pit forward unrehearsed set,
Of epic writing mine intense;
So I do so in your presence.
Not to give credit to this bout,
But to clarify every doubt;
Even while on this wheel-like chair,
Full of alloy, enchanting fear,
I siphoned grand rhythms unknown,
To your vast mind, cliff note - "siphon".