The Moment I Sit To Write

 The Moment I Sit To Write

Writing
The moment I sit to write

I think of joy or fright,

whether in prospects of wrong or right. 


I think of scenes and character's beauty, 
write clear to you and this is my duty. 

My room is so nice, 
The sun above arises; The climate is warm,
many lines to form.

The table is still; The chair is in the chill, 
I got to sit by my window staring at the red-green mill,
Eating the tasty sandwich grill,


With the pen in my hand, 
My writeups are so grand.
I traveled through fairyland, 
Then over to wizard land. 


The things up to latest trends, 
Telling about the qualities of a good true friend,

A blacksmith who works so hard to mend,
A boy who is good likes to pretend.


Those facts I know of the coding world, 
Those boulders by the voice they trundled.
The power of silence he used to succeed in his goal,
If I would be holding power, what would be my role?


By not only these my thoughts are bounded,
In my world, everyone is positively surrounded.


But all of a sudden, I realize that I was in my beautiful "techy" paradise,
I peeped from my window and saw the sun was not now arise,
Where I had left I just memorized,
I Got to my bed and slept, and for another poem, I got energized.



~Kushagra Tayal



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