I don’t want the life of thousand cares,
of thousand praises among billion stars,
I don’t clamour for the show of hearts,
when thousand sighs cast by one look,
of the greatest moll who cleans her,
room as if a pilgrimage to heaven’s gates,
Only she refused the apple of thought,
then my son clacked the laptop in my lap,
Where are those thousand cares I promised?
when only passion is the root of the cause,
We must not cater to basic pride of loveliness,
as the sought matinee in God’s auditorium,
I am one care stricken malice less I must banish,
into oblivion and thoughtlessness.