While I am here to say yes, I can say no if I want.
While I am wearing black, I can think white when ever I want.
You see I stand interested, but can hunch bored all on a jaunt.
While I write this poem, I can sing a song as an effervescent taunt.
You don’t have to read me, but when you do I will tell what.
You don’t have to see me, but if you do I will tell what not.
I am not here to tell “I am back”,
I am here to tell “I am better".
- Girish Rathna