They all have ostracized rhyming,
Poets, themselves they be calling...

The F-words aplenty they use,
And they think they look cool...

Rescue the language if possible,
Listen to its cries, they are not bearable.

If you lost your feelings to the world's ways,
Then surely I don't look for your sympathy,
But there are few who understand,
I do look for their empathy,
And their kind words of advice.

Don't let this distance increase.

The storm I hold back
In my heart,
And my mind,
If I release it all at once,
Then everything will end.

At least for me...

I love her infantile eyes,
So deep and dark, with no lies.

I love her chubby cheeks,
So likable and lickable, with no ice.

I love her beautiful hair,
On her mandible so magical, with no lice.

I love her smiley curves,
So spicy, with no added spice.

I love her cute nose,
So precious, with no price.

I know how cells are made
I know how to write genetic code
I know how clones are made
I know about disease-causing defects in the code

I know how to swim
Not just how to swim
I also know how to sing
I even compose music
And I also pluck a guitar string

I play the guitar
I play the flute
I play carrom
I play chess
I write poetry
I write novels

But the best thing I do is survive

I survived against odds when death came calling
I survived when most doctors predicted me dying
I survived 108°F fever when the virus was attacking
I survived that accident and now all I have is living