HIS WORDS
One day some thoughts he gave to me
When eyes were shutting ready to sleep
How tired I was, I said Oh! No
Slowly drowning in dreams so deep
Told God I kept the words in mind
Tomorrow on paper he will surely find
A lovely dream he set for me
Just the type I always wanted to see
What went from me and what I got
He wiped clean my slate to fresh re jot
Few things ,he thought just let it be
Got up with sun, felt light and free
Full of energy with nothing to brood
A hot cup of coffee, next to me stood
My God who sometimes comes to mind
Was knocking within as if to remind
Wondered, why he, so early in my head
Oh! His words he wanted still unwritten un read
Out came my pen to write them down
I tried and tried my face now a frown
Nothing could I get ,not even a single word
The more I tried, things looked more weird
Never this way my memory had failed
It was he who did it ,I loudly wailed
He has come to taunt me with a lesson to give
Accepted defeat asked him to forgive
Now I see to it there are pens around
Resting nicely on papers in a pair well bound
Can’t miss to jot his starter lines
Nothing is mine it is all divine
Never a poet and never could be
He desired such and so I am here to see
The day he says that time is over
In some other place he will make me hover
A feeling is there I won’t be here
In the painting sphere I might reappear.
©sunita grover raina2021
12/11/21
India
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