Sometimes I write a poem sometimes I don’t,
Sometimes I’ll write a story sometimes I won’t,
Sometimes a story turns to be an ode or a haiku,
That answers to where, when, why and the who,
Many a times I have many a question or a riddle,
Sometimes I start, at times end, always in the middle,
Please forgive me if I leave you twisted in a twiddle,
My poem to you was, as always is, totally non-committal,