Since April is the National Poetry Writing Month 2016, I thought I would pen some verses. So here is a short poem on how my friendship with words began…
It all started one summer morn
When the fruits were ripe but the wheat was shorn.
I sat on a tree thrice adream,
Watching the bubbling stream.
My hand clutched a pen,
As fancies left their den,
And gaily did they flutter,
Until they lifted my mind’s shutter.
I wrote then my first ever line
And merrily did the letters shine,
As I sat on a tree away from strife,
Telling the story of my Life.
Dogs barked and birds twittered,
But I let my hand move unfettered
For there was a strange joy within me,
And also in the World that I could see.
I realised then that Imagination
Would soon break the chains of Convention
And set forth the heroic knights
Who would utter the story of my Life.
Then my eyes adored the Sunlight streaming
And the mighty words that were forming,
As fictitious men died in battle
and magical princes merrily did prattle.
A mere child I was then,
But now Wisdom has opened my Eye.
Yet, even now, the desire does run through me wild
That yearning to tell the story of my Life.
– Prapti Panda (Me!)