Vis-a-vis.
It is not coincidental,
It is not special.
When a poet chants,
When a bard writes.
Unless it is made a big deal,
Instead of a big feel.
Singing in the same voice,
Unknowingly writing in the same choice.
Something that melts,
Like butter and newly baked bread in belts.
And other things still connotate,
Like changing a state to elevate.
Saving life in time,
Increase consciousness using any mime.
Though it doesn't suit all the time,
Sometimes it tastes like lime.
But so far the program is based on win-win,
And others want another's laughter to be seen.
So far the prerequisite,
Is what to work with as sight.
That is the purpose,
To propose.
It doesn't go far,
Unless we shoot for the star,
To stay on the same page,
No matter what comes with different stages.
It is just here,
A present time to share.
To run minds together,
To compare and contrast to gather.
Holding one's hand,
As the drum band.
When singing in one voice,
Picking any choice.
In any age,
Reasoning for any wage.
Apart from this,
It is going to be vis-à-vis.
It is not coincidental,
It is not special.
When a poet chants,
When a bard writes.
When a song is sung to show,
Not to make a difference using mime flow,
And saving life using time glow.
Apart from this,
Singing is not one,
As the competition is done,
Where leading is in aim,
And win-lose is a game.
Just like vis-à-vis.