I ate my supper in my dinning table,
My stomach was full, but still could be better,
The craving was on, what should I eat!
A paper, a pen is all i need!
The lunch had begun on and on,
My paper and pen had long gone,
The menu had changed from what I ate,
What would feed your body in the coming days?
The question struck like a lightning bolt!
My hands were trembling, my feet cold
Writing was all i had in mind
Chuckles of laughter made my thoughts blind
It's only a hobby, don't be a fool
Find something else , the world is cruel
Feed your body, achieve your goal
I shouted inside, I whispered to myself
" It feeds my soul, it feeds my soul"
Dinner had arrived , the weather was cool,
Have your dinner, make your stomach full,
My hunger had begun, but not for food,
The coming lines would be a little crude.
The lives of characters was what I ate,
The lives of characters are what I made,
Each drop of blood , each moment of happiness,
Was what I chased, was what I chased!
All the other things bored me,
The things actually tore me!
A hobby is all they say
Be smart, will you may!
It's not that simple, listen to me.
A hobby can't be your ultimate key,
I smile at them, who misunderstood me
It's not a passion, it is what defines me!
I snap out of my dream and again listen to trolls,
What about body , What about goals?
I turn my notebook and continue to write,
It feeds my soul ! It feeds my soul.