“I am just another bundle of words
That you usually find in random books
With no meaning!
Until you figure out the core feeling
In its vowel and consonants
You mould it in your way
To make your own stories of imagination
Every figment of my body
Just listen to you,
To every bit of your
Laughter and Sadness
And the compassion in me
composes another group of sonnet
For you!”