From the time I took my first breath;
To the time I'll greet my death,
The one that'll be my fraternity,
Is the SOCIETY.

From the time I first used my brain;
To the time I'll be in Alzheimer's chains,
The one that will judge my capacity,
Is the SOCIETY.

From the time I first knew of God;
To the time I know about all the frauds,
The one thing that will be my sanctity,
Is the SOCIETY.


From my colour to my creed,
From my wedding to when I'll breed;
From my career to my passion,
From my shoes to my fashion;


Everything is all about "THEM"
But I ask you reader, who the hell are they?
Its my skirt and hence, I choose the length of its hem!
So, sigh and drink your tea because your interference is NOT OKAY.

I wondered one day;
As on the grass I lay,
Why do I play-
With words this way?

The ladybird that sat on my nose,
The dew drops wetting my toes,
Inspire the sentences to dance as I close-
My eyes, why do I end up forming a prose?

Then I sit up straight,
Bending under the weight;
Of the rhymes that skate-
In my brain, at this fast rate!

My fingers itch for me to write,
To allow this impending insight;
Come out of my core with all its might;
And help me unburden and feel light!

I look for a piece of paper,
And a pen to build my skyscraper;
That will reach the sky like water vapour,
And contribute to form a rainbow sometime later!