Unconcerned, A mouth that yawns without a whisper, A word, Out of an umpteenth iteration, Goes worthless, Incuriosity, Is the alternative photo for sorrow, In the era’s birth certificate, One should always, From the deviated path, Regains one’s self, The fall of the button of the unconcernedly, To the end of the wondrous night, It is felt, On the careless sofas, Doubt, Unconcerned, Sits cross-legged, Let them be on their own, The chairs of the unconcernedly, That while the four legs falling, Look at them with eyes wide open, And to the credibility of all the buried names in the air, Unconcerned, They arise, Much unconcerned to smile, Behind the bars, To soothe the cage, Anger, From the atrocity unconcernedly, Does not disrobe you, On the yarns of understanding, Concern, With unconcernedly Takes its hat off. And show from now on, Continues, In memory