I am a dreamer who’s been dreaming since ages,
I’ve written my fictions in the sand of beaches.
With the raindrops on my windows,
Spilling my mysteries unsaid,
In the daylight, I’ve written about the sun and the land.
With the tears in the hustle, I’ve shown my beauty too,
among the several, I’ve been shining
Like a treasure overlooked.
With my glittery eyes, I have been looking at my fates,
Wishing for nothing, pleased by the chore I do.
I am unwritten poetry, attempted to rhyme by few.