Our ideas are not poetic,
They are prosaic in nature,
But, if we turn out to be aesthetic,
Then, will be born a different structure.
Prosaic-ideas are like friendly wind,
Directing us towards destination,
Alas! They forget to thank ‘mind’,
Which, being candid, doesn’t earn frustration.
Prosaic-ideas are better than the poetic ones,
Running through the veins, like thousand suns.