‘Scribbling’

With a pen and a book,

I scribbled what I could.

Still, I needed something more

Chewing the end of my pen,

I figured it out- inspiration!

But where, when and how to find it?

Those were the questions

I couldn’t find an answer to…

My paper was carried away

By the naughty gust of wind.

I ran behind it

Alas! It was too swift for me!

What to do now?

Though the sheet was blank,

I just wanted it back.

I was being unnecessarily adamant, you’d say

Well, as if I didn’t know that!

Dejected, I sat

And looked up at the blue sky.

Sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy.

In my pensive mood, I reflected

Sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter...

Isn't that what life is?

I found what I had been looking for

And I scribbled that down.

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