1
I keep on drinking
The to-be-created wine
While I am in intoxication
I do not think of vexation
2
I find my colors in a
To- be drawn picture
3
I as a bird
Fly on the sky
Those are not known
To the seas
4
I as a poem
Shall remain
As the gain
5
I a rostrum
Covey many poems
All are poems
6
I move with the wind
A lot to offer
To the mankind
7
I along with river
Sink in the sea
To come up
As a wave
8
A stone
Turned as a sculpture
The best creature
9
I have mind with fire
The future invited me
10
I have sense
The full of aesthetics
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