Everyone is not A R Rahman

I wake up at morning.
First happiness,
'Ah, I woke up today!'
'I'm still alive!'

Go to a cafe
To enjoy a hot cofee
Without brushing
And allowing the black dews
To kiss my taste-buds
(Oh! what's the odds?
The Earth won't
Fall into the sun,
If I don't brush one day)

I speak with friends;
Laugh at their horrible jokes;
Dare to tell some jokes myself;
Dance with them;
Kick them
When I need that candy
In their hands;
Walk along with them
Speaking some non-sense;

I get tickets
For the first shows
And watch the film with whistling;
Arrange my bed comfortably
And have the snacks by my side
To lie down
With my favourite book in hands;
Leave the class
To play cricket;
Dream about Bhavana; (My favourite actress)
Listen to music
With my eyes closed
And yet, allowing the tears to drop;
Occupy a seat near the window
In a bus
And look at the beautiful girls crossing me;
Watch Sachin's batting
With my friends;
Get drenched in rain
And lie to mom
That I missed the bus;
Swim in the pool
With naughty young guys;
Remove all my clothes
And sleep in my private room;

Well,
What did you ask me?
'What I'm gonna achieve?'
Leave me man . . .
I'm enjoying my life.
If everyone composed music
Like A R Rahman,
Who will be there to listen to it?

Sorry boss!
I'm not A R Rahman.