You can twist them because they are flexible
You can admire them because they are beautiful
You can transform them because they are creative
You can trust them because they are reliable
They are product of the Mind
Hence they are fictional
But they are the characters that give
Meaning to the existence
They are the imaginations of a writer’s thought
Still are powerful than the ordinary folks
They are the characters of Mind that shape the reality
To create a dream out of a lucid dream
Like a writer scribe on a piece of paper
And a painter sketches on the canvas
The artist architects its own design
On the empty continuum of space and time
His works are long-lasting and durable
Without reason but never out of season
They contain no malice greed or fear
Because they are just made to disappear
Nothing is permanent neither devil nor divine
It doesn’t matter to add one more line
Few words cannot define the Reality
But still it’s one’s own sacred duty
Like the Castles made on the sand
Just like the Blue angle’s magic wand
It all gets created out of nowhere
To witness it just right 'now here'
The fools chase it in reason and logic
The wise enjoy its magnificence without topic
Some seek it all over Life
Others embrace it even after hurted with a knife
It’s difficult to always find a rhyme
To repeat the same with a new line
Anyway it’s not a tiring work of time
With all it’s glory now all clear and fine
It shapes faster than the fastest wind
To reach before the ultimate End
What can be said all of its own kind
Innocent fictional characters of a beautiful Mind