When I open a new page
it is blank
almost parched
asking for words
to quench its thirst...
But I fear, how to start,
what to type
what to save
and what to delete
my poems to complete!
For a moment I flash back
at the great warriors -
Miltons, Wordsworths,
Shakespeares and Eliots,
who weilded their mighty swords
to fill the blank spaces
by their ingenious thoughts...
Deep into the ocean of words
hardly as a dolphin I can dive,
a small fish with small fins
how can I discover gems and pearls
to bedeck your comely countenance?
Yet how can I leave
the blank space blank?
If not by a moon
by dots of micro-stars
I shall sparkle your soft face!!
