A novice stops her car
Just off the pavement.
She looks for inspiration
There you are-
With ink that flows as a babbling brook,
Embracing the nature
Listening to the sorrow of silence
Reminiscing the long-lost impressions.
All in the comfort of an armchair.
Yet to choose one of the diversions
Yet in search of solace in the silence
Yet to be informed, “why prayers get a hearing
But wishes don’t”
-Here am I.
A novice sits by the sidewalk
With a stereo hanging.
She rummages for revelation
© Cereus Florus. 2018.