Pen And Paper

What more wanted a woman! I had been drinking life From the bottom to the brim Of the bowl of nectar and wine Full content was my heart The soul always sang a song, My life danced in a joy! As we three slept One by one I was in the middle On the one side Was my child On the other Was my love Through the open windows Of us fell on the pillows The silver light Made our faces angel bright Still I could not sleep The mind Having a bun on the oven The heart Having a hang of the heavy clouds Liked to pour in I was writhing with a pain Feeling Strangulated suffocated breathless Nothing came out As I tried to vomit I knew the only medicine The pen and paper On which I wanted to deliver Though for a span of time, brief I heaved a sigh of relief!