Staring into the empty space, thinking what to portray
Portray a kiss or someone's death wish, juggling what to say
Click after click, sticking finger out
Approaching soft-delicate keys
Alphabets q w r t y, spread all around
the size of tiny peas
Miracle of birth, a blessing of life
Lovely it might seem
Words on paper, illustrating it
I pray, Shall not steal its sheen
All the courage, i muster up
releases butterflies
fluttering around, in my belly
producing anxious ties
A child standing up, walking around
a spectacle one shall see
If Once seen preserving is a task
That makes me prance and preen
Trying my best to preserve the best,
Of sights seen by us.
To rekindle the memory, and present them best
and live once again thus
Writing was never so hard
Until it was 'just stuff'
To preserve the things I now see
makes me think and my task tough.
