Here I’m again
As the blobs of Paper-realm
In this ever changing world.
Where the mother of paper losing its origin
And I’m the fool seeking for the rule
Looking for a change.
Wouldn’t be worthy?
Remain as unworthy!
Not seeking, just see
Not doing, just do
I’d to remember
Before I firmly hold a pen
‘The realm of poetry is sacred and never changed’
And I’m the only who seeks for a change as avant-garde grand!
chiroharithmanush 