I asked her a question to prove my credibility,
Hey creativity, if I ever met you what would you give me.
Creativity mourned; I had given you a life to breadth.
Still you felt wasn’t it enough? What did you need?
I said to her, life meant living for others till the dead end.
Where did I stand in your world? Why don’t you be my friend?
Creativity mourned; be my child when you need to learn;
Be brave and strong for something to earn.
I thought creativity has lost into the wings of my brain,
She didn’t understand me, never realized my insane;
I said to her, keep you’re thought within yourself,
Don’t worry; my time will come to prove myself.
I desired to fight against her to prove her wrong,
I wet my skin to sweat under the burning sun.
I felt my senses said; you had gone against her will.
You were bigger and stronger than her;
She was weak and ill.
On a moonlight in a dense forest of the earth’s south east;
I dragged my self to the top of the hill to listen to my heart-bits.
I stood under the full-moon to look at my expanding shadow,
I sang to my self creativity what you wanted me to follow.
Creativity laughed, ran and ran to earn knowledge;
You will gain by other’s life’s baggage.
Creativity, I found you from,” building’s roof to floor”;
You have a home here, knocking at my heart’s door.