A Poem

As I wondered what I should write And floundered in my own confusion I thought – why not write about poems That set me thinking what poems are A poem could be anything, we know At best it is distilled thoughts put into rhyme Or a moment caught in time A window glimpse into the world An engrossing passion’s ardent curl A snap shot of scenes from Nature- wild Or a slice of life, birth or death Sometimes it could be a yearning Or an image long hung on a pole A thought turned inside out Or the emptying of a mind about to spill It could be the liberation of a fancy For long held in thralldom A gnawing pain, long suppressed Or a secret, never divulged As I pondered over the subjects’ enormity And a poem’s vast scope, I asked myself- ‘Why hesitate? ’ Soon I felt a stir inside, My thoughts broke loose And a terrible block lifted off my head My silence became audible I embroidered these thoughts Into the pattern of a poem Here it is before you, have a look at it Will it annoy you or will you enjoy!