I Wanted...

I wanted to write a poem Wanted to tell a tale But knew not how to rhyme No words I could avail I looked toward the sky Said a heartfelt prayer God said: ‘Open your eye And see my creations rare' I thanked him and looked around To feel the flowing waters To read the blowing wind To see the mist and mounts The bright beauteous flowers The sweet swimming fish The cute flying birds Grass so green and lush The starlets and the moon That glitter in the sky Oh God! These are Thy boon The morn and milky rays All these I can see All things I can feel All I can write And sing songs with zeal All these seem to sing Songs my heart unheard, Words so muse so long, That makes my mind revered A poet and his heart Can never rest or sleep Oh God! Thanks a lot Thy wealth, a precious heap! 27 03 08