desire to write
is over-whelming,
but
subjects fleeting,
will it be on sainthood,
on Mother Teresa,
will it be on rain, rain
and romance in rains,
or will it be on friendship,
on daily life,
on love, on beloved's
fickleness or remembering
her cherry-red lips,
subjects catching,
but words bobbing up
are not upto mark,
one says enough
simply hang up,
the other saystarry on,
inspiration is on the way,
it will just hit you
like a hurricane
and you will write
mother of all poems,
i wait, iwait, i wait;
mother or father,
nobody from the family
is knocking now.
..a t p
04.07.2007.
samyak jain
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