The day was okay,
In it’s Monday special way,
Though it started grey.
My mobile is gone.
Battery has died, it’s dead,
And can’t be revived.
I’ve written some songs,
Chords, melody and some words
I plan to record.
Like writing a book,
I will publish one or two,
If I finish one.
The ideas come,
In droves sometimes so many,
That they overwhelm.
