Utility

What’s use of so many poems In so many styles and forms Is said to the poet by the king? I compose the graph of my mood Of the moment which to be kept on the shelf The record of my changing mind To be touched, to be felt proud In the forlorn time to be opened again When medicine will fail To heal the sorrow and pain And to share no one will be around I shall take them as my friend When there will be no one around To tell you ‘what’s the problem? ’ When utility will leave you and feel abandoned Then you will see: I shall be waiting for you as your friend In many styles and forms When at deep midnight The reflection of life will kick you And the sleep will fly Then silently come and open me You will be surprised to see I am here the mind of you speaking.