ONCE AGAIN I PICKED MY PEN TO DRIVE

Once again I picked my pen to drive

Waiting for some words to magically arrive

At times I think should a letter be sent

Just leave it to breeze, wherever it went

The kid said ,”tie it to the kite I fly”

Let your letter soar we can always try

You send your thoughts I fly your letter

Let us see which way reaches him better

The kite went higher and higher above

With it tied tightly was all my love

Staring at it like fools were we

Out of no where came an eagle we see

It cut the string and took away the kite

Along with it went my letter bound tight

It flew and vanished in the dense white clouds

Both of us sad now with our heads fully bowed

He lost his kite and I my letter

The kid more sad thinking my way was better

Our eyes saw the kite swaying slowly down

We ran towards it, was moving to neighbour’s lawn

The kite we caught but no letter was there

The kid was happy ,I wiped his tears

He jumped like a frog and yelled I win

My kite is back your letter taken ,he grinned

I went back home back to my desk to ponder

The screen had the first line typed for me to wonder

I do not know how these words arrived

“Once again I picked my pen to drive”

This is the poem the given line became

Both the kid and me in his eyes were same

He got back his kite and me my line

Both of us happy both of us fine.

The one up there is ever with us

Keep trust in him ,nothing more to discuss.

28/11/21

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