i want to write a poem
like a tome
it should be the best
among the test
birds should sing
my poem is king
the child from the womb
the ghost from the tomb
should beg for chance
to see my poem at a glance
its my poem
it will roam
a poem of mine
should be like apine

THE HANDS OF A CLOCK
REVOLVED ROUND THE CIRCULAR DOT
GAVE A KNOCK
TO MY LAZY EARS LIKE A GUN SHOT

MY NOISY HANDS GAVE A SIGNAL
TO THE NOISY CLOCK
TO STOP THE RECITAL
AND SIT LIKE A ROCK

TIME PASSED
I SLEPT UNFAZED
BLAZING LIGHT CROSSED MY  EYES
STILL I SLEPT UNFAZED

A BAND SOUND WOKE ME AT LAST
I WAS IN SHOCK
TO SEE THE TIME RUNNING SO FAST
BLAMING THE CLOCK

I RAN INTO THE UNKNOWN BUS
WITHOUT MY PURSE
PRACTICING A VERSE
WHICH IS ALL A CURSE