Me, Myself and Irony

I always fly in the air

And never forget an aroma of the soil,

Sometimes calm and quite

Sometimes release an inner turmoil,

Live life king size which I believe

Gives me pleasure, problem free and stress relief.

Move forward along with a throng

listening a legendary “Ekla Cholo re” song

I do wonders, I do blunders,

Being in harmony and seldom in thunders

Neither ruck on my face nor show my pain

believe in crying in the torrential rain

Few people boost my confidence and aplomb

Always wanted to keep a relationship prolong

Some seek help and advice wanted

some take leverage and some take granted.

I am good, and I am nice,

Who all made me realize.

I play with the words and capture landscape.

Try to make my life in a beautiful shape

Until last breath, Until I died,

Being humble, verity and never being lied

Knowing the fact few will cry on my demise

At least one drop of tear will fall from their eyes.

I would like to express my feelings and gratitude

Sometimes in an assembly and sometimes in solitude

This is all about me, myself and Irony

Nobody can diminish, which is in the destiny