Sunday, September 4, 2022

AN OLD LADY

 A romance of times, 

 my emotions desired to be clad

a fifteen-year bond,

words playing game of hide and seek.


Thoughts cajoling words lazing on some days

on other days, relishing the five-star buffet

picking the exquisite ones.


Words eager as in the game of musical chair

parking at right places, thoughts patting words, 

 the unlucky ones exit.


the therapeutic delivery, cessation of pangs

the numerous stanzas shaping

a poem at the end

a joyful process each time 

I write poetry.


The same joy recurs 

as when I saw the toothless old lady

with bent frame on the street

and rushed to come home to

write my first poem.

Her smile so beautiful

only poetry aptly couching

my thoughts with right words. 



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