The rapid talk failed
Slow serene smiles didnot fill
The vacuum
Created by an obsession with
Detailed sketch
With all the n formation
Except the arrow showing the north
Now how does one navigate
The boat in a moonlit night
The way is clear
But direction is not
Mapmaker is lost in trivial details
Of what to buy at every stop
On the way
But which stop will come
Is not known
Now travelling without compass
Is like cooking without fire,
You can only do as much
Under the sun
Without fire and the pans