Why A Poem

Unfazed you stand in― 
a drizzle, to locate the 
moon nestling in clouds. 

The speed of bite was fatal, 
showing the movement 
of incompleteness. 

I searched the identity― 
of one anonymous, who 
had fathered an illegitimate eunuch. 

I wanted to make a 
confession, looking at the 
blue sky, about my waywardness. 

The crazy thing of mixing 
the flowers, winds, moon and birds 
with serious chores of life. 

Unmistakingly a poem.