What art thou pondering deep?
Oh' stupid I'm up to brim,
Forgot, what I'm to them
Insignificantly significant nut.
Wished as others in the morning
Got a ping as it was merriment,
And read in between pages
Shared joys much loved,
Yet alas! Hung down face in puzzle, When none knocked a bell.
Though thousands in line,
Only to grind their axe,
Sometimes called, belonged to them,
Until their ends meet,
The only thing which is transparent as water,
We art to them insignificantly significant!!!
© Sakeena Jabeen