With inspired mood I start writing verse;
With worst kind of matter they disturb!
Never before or after they do so ever;
When I immerse myself in poetic mood
They start the trouble sans any sense!
Despite that I scribble fast and go away;
All poems mostly sans any satisfaction;
After sometime they all look as wonder!
What a relief and consolation I get then!
Surely poetry saves me from abyss ever;
Except poetry what's there for me to be
Happy and feel better off in this world?
Skill to write poetry at adverse moment
Indeed is a gift and boon from God sure!
