Today again I got trapped
in the jumble of words
It’s hard to find proper prepositions
To tell the time in your fords
To ease up my pen and ink
I toggle my hands into the tote
To pick the best of vowels for you
coz I don’t want to create a wary in, what i wrote.
But you know, this piece of paper
has so much to tell you
That I scratched only the important
& most beautiful of them for your eyes
Like the orange morning & dusky evenings
I want to present you something soft and nice.