Forcing me to create this useless rhyme,
While thinking of something elegant to write,
My brain squirms at my plight.
Sitting as idle as a painted ship,
I can't even even have a fresh water dip,
I want to ride high in the sky,
Till sun makes the whole ocean dry.
I know what i am writing is all waste,
But after all everyone has his own taste,
you better do your job right,
Then reading the crap i write.
- गजेंद्र "स्थिरप्रग्य" सिडाना
