Immeasurable Perfume: Life
Life not just measurable matter, Immeasurable it's perfume, Things important as love, intuition, companion and bliss , "Measure" preside not but to them it subsume. If mirage were truth, Life be a known...seen... script, Stop...witness...look for your self, It's all a mind's drift. Society a big mall, hard-selling concepts all time, You the buyer, forget not thy chime, You either built by society as a clone, Or simply let your inner shine. Wake up...sleep not...sun always shines, Look not at the cloud over you, Everyone around wants their version and diversion, But you have to define "Who are you?" If moulds were never broken, Life would have been a token, If poetry and prose were the same, No Life would have been ever sung.