Whimsical Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Tried to fit into the table,
But time erased the margins
And merged the cells
Shaking up my contrived schedule,
Whim is a jinn
Capable of toppling the table
Drawing one to confusion,
For an ingenious individual
It is favourable to be whimsical,
Only when life is capricious
I'd be smitten by new words,
Without a timetable
If life can go on and still be beautiful
Go ahead and be rightfully whimsical,
Who knows!
The whim might not just be an impulse,
Might not merely quicken the pulse,
Might be the one that's essential
More than anything else.