I don’t know the rules of the game
Nor do I know their correct name
I don’t know the big words either
But I do have a mind

I don’t know how many lines a verse holds
I can’t seem to get the rhymes straight
I don’t have many aspirations to make it big
But I do find myself sometimes
And I write…

I tend not to make sense always
My poems and what I write
A fragment of my imagination
Lack of melody and pattern

It’s a creation!
A creation of impulse
Chain of thoughts that don’t want disrupt
I am not bound by chains
I can think
I have a free will
I will write again some day…