Born to be different

Many creative minds,

Dying nine to five,

Want to create the honey,

Don’t fancy hiding in beehive,

Just month end salary,

Is not for the cavalry,

Biceps are for much more,

To triumph over rivalry,

Minds’ r getting blocked,

‘Cause they are not rocked,

Leaders turning followers,

On the shore, they get docked,

Want to reach the moon,

Thought ‘am blessed with the boon,

Left no stone unturned,  

Notwithstanding heat of June,

Mind plays several games,

Flows like river of Thames,

Makes you run, makes you stop,

Victorious at times, endure often alike slop,

Am I meant for routine?

Or slugfest in a boxing team,

Born to do different things,

Than sitting on a regular swing,

Born to do different things,

Than sitting on a regular swing.

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© sudhirbirla