Glorious Half

Glorious half I have clearly understood Poetry is my compassion and nutritious food I can survive no longer It is appetite and hunger I may not be good communicator I may not have quality of good lecturer Yet my heart longs for compassion Ready to acknowledge flaws for admission I don't even know where from the ideas rush in! It may be purely divine gift and blessings I shall claim no credit from anyone As it is purely an advantage for single man I move with the events and cry within Feel anguish and salt of pinch with pain The head aches with worldly sins Creates pathetic and vivid picture to be seen I write with ordinary words for mass consumption With only aim that it may find some resumption To start with a day and leave its outcome To the readers and well wishers to welcome I may be novice with many subjects But can relate well with ideological act I swim and sink with whatever I write Mind is crystal clear with no wrangles to fight I shall adore her (goddess for inspiration) picture That provides me tomorrow's instinct for feature That vision is almost impossible to convince If readers fail to create an interest to evince It shall matter less or have no significance But rarely it may be forgotten if read once That much confidence I have when written See the thousands of people with an urge to ignite Words may never vanish from the page Sometimes may be read for coming of an age Youngsters may read and elders just laugh As it was in their time that I had glorious half