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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