A writer’s mind is like a glowing bulb,
Electrified by what it feels,
If it feels, thoughts flow like a river Nile,
With a tool of silence, they are mine.
In simple words, it comes alive,
After which it leaves a parting gift,
Imaginations, that thrills the mind;
Faring far and wide.
In quest for every bright idea,
A reader’s mind is puzzle by words,
Until the fog, clouding every thought is clear,
The reader tails till the end,
All cottons unveil.