With Praise

It is sweet imagination Clear views with reflection I believe in strong action With attachment and passion My hands move in anticipation Without waiting for answers –questions It draws a simple picture With words, I make it sure The poem is ready With praise for you And for an almighty Who inspired me to feel touchy? Who else is in my mind? No one of special kind Sometimes near ones puzzle I try to draw lines and struggle I put simple words And look forward With no explanation But express desire for consolidation I know many may decline Some may incline too But my queen may not accept So many times.before writing, I have wept