Sunday, September 18, 2016

#wow - She opened a blank notebook..

Creativity gives a special kick in life. In my busy crazy schedule of toggling between an infant and a toddler, I managed to write this poem for a prompt when both were asleep and I was wide awake  let me know how is it 

She opened a blank notebook
And started writing her story
It was no fiction, nor a folklore
Nor anecdotes of romantic glory

Para after para, pages after pages
Her hands were working without pause
Days and nights, she had no clue
Can passion be beaten by any cause?

It was important for people to know
Just this was running in her mind
In an effort to reveal the great secret
 She left every concern behind

Her face had wrinkles, her hands trembled
Still nothing on earth could make her stop
It was her resolve, even mighty might fall
Her story would finish, come may what

At hour midnight, it finally got finished
She took a breath of satisfaction
Tired of all the past labour
She finally took rest for a fraction

The notorious wind blew out of nowhere
The lamp betrayed and fell down
It took a moment, the work turned to cinders
The woman woke up and sadly frowned

She took deep breath and pondered
Out in the darkness she had a pensive look
It was her dharma to tell her story
So again she opened a blank notebook..

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

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