It Is All Imaginary Poem by Asis Biswas

it is all imaginary dialogue that i write
sitting open eyed, things all happen that bite
all around -only few boys on red soil ground
all spontaneous feelings found
with the time flow -they come and go
they go with the sunlight of the day
with the wind -how the leaves & grass fly away.

material addition in different form
does some harm
that brings mood fresh-like tight string
no damping -no extra pumping
it is all imaginary life in time
many unknown -in between some are known
uncertainty remains-never gone
it is only different material intake
and that is the only thing for your stomach sake
stomach is the center of charge source
to complete regular course
digestion of food -creates heat
heat creates current -matter body it leads.

mechanism by which we live -is not imaginary
abstract, insane -you can keep
you get pleasure -enough heap
there is nothing wrong
leaves cover empty branches along
written words fill vacant drawn lines -one after one.