Every poem, every line it speaks
Is about something that went through, an event, a person or a freak.
Rhymes most of it, some does not
Some might touch you, others might rot.
I hope you experience along
The feeling that prevailed with every wrong
When I vigorously used my pen
And know the story behind every crooked lane
That story in a thick book with a very few pages
A soft bound cover and here and there a few mazes.
i hope the following pages do it well enough
And gets through to you every bump that was rough
Which scribbled its way to the blackboard
Taught me well as I walked down my road.
With hopes that it brings a smile on you without your imitation,
Every bit that reflects, this Rhythmic Reflection.
