Holding the new born poem
On my IPad
I glossed over each word
To identify the right name
Before cutting the umbilical chord

In my journeys of transgression
I capture many a moment of
Sacred thoughts and weave
The thread

Cactus in the balcony
Snails in the sandy beach
Fallen mangoes in the backyard
They all gel well in my spinning wheel

Rationing the reason
Inspired by the melancholy
I dream and thrive on reality

Rhyme and rhythm
Technique and etiquette
Yesterday and today
Usher in the essential life

Poetry is extension
And expression of myself

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