HIS WISH

HIS WISH

Till date I lost three poems of mine

Maybe later destined to shine

Theirs, not the right time, to appear

Whatever, they were very dear

Why did they take a form on screen

A birth before time it seems

They died a premature birth

Will reappear with double their worth

Failed to press the save button

Apart from this, I get answers none

There is more to it, I am not done

Only the attached picture remains

All words muddled and

disappeared from brain

Had I out travelled time and space

Left present behind, for future to face

Running life’s race at a super pace

I no longer strain to remember

All words vanished like dying embers

But as the loss still pinches me

Those words will surely revive

As at times, fire from dying embers

more fiercely comes alive.

India

08/1/22

Photo credit to the owner