When I sit beneath my imagination…

To think things that does not exist.

Through at time, it is my intention;

Sometimes, it is unclear as mist.

To imagine thoughts like terrific intellections

Like having extraordinary powers

But what is most of these conceptions,

Are the one that is beyond comparison!

Come to think of it, It’ s reluctantly made.,

Withstanding my rigors to it,

To be kindled beyond my inspiration, Lame!

Yet to consider my creativity to be lit.

Sometimes I am struck by my oblivious manner,

Recalling thoughts that are irrevocable

But to consider things that does matter

Is to do things under the table

Now it is confusing

To you and me, the occurred things

Now you know what is imagination,

That is to ponder beyond wisdom of beings