Imagine a bright and sunny day,
And you are imagining your way;
Now, here comes the disturbance,
Some questions, which make no sense.
Imagine you are a writer,
Getting ideas on a story of time to freeze;
That nosy neighbour sees you near the trees,
Finding a way to disturb you by asking, “Isn’t light wind called breeze?”
Finding the outside life bothersome, you run back to your house;
Escaping from the people and silliness, like a poor, little mouse.
On the way, you find your friend asking a thought that can change your thinking lens;
I say, “Thoughts are always good; your question makes no sense.”
Everybody says, I have common sense,
But I say, “I don’t know whether I will be able to complete my story in the future tense”.
“I sometimes lack common sense”, is usually admitted by only a few,
But the most annoying question of all is, “Hope I did not disturb you.”
// This poem has been penned by 13-year-old Anushka Saxena and has been selected for publishing on our platform from the reader submissions //