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The lush greens,the husky dusk,cool air
Lulls me into poetry
I settle down on my couch,
The pen poised on its paper
Like an agitated soldier
Waiting for the commands
To take its first flight
Into the field of poetry with its thoughts
To conquer those ludricious words .
She seems to lose her appetite these days
What must be worrying her?my teenage minion
Moms dates are up for routine visit to the docs
He has to get his policies renewed
Cooking gas has to be booked
The tiny one keeps losing his books
I better go meet his teachers
Oh! Dear,I forgot to soak for the batter
And the horror of tomorrow s breakfast
Will really matter
Visits and marriages, birthdays and deaths
Gifts pending, dresses to be stitched
A whiff in the air
Burnt and brunt,the forgotten weight of the  cooker,jolts me up
The realisation, the need for pressure in life
to unburn
The unseen weight that keeps me sane
The barren lines,the ink unspent
The poised soldier,the poor pen
Frozen at its start!
Me  finding solace in Coleridge
'Unwritten words are sweeter'!