THE BIRTH OF A POEM

Written by Yasir

Sometimes, on some days,

Some impulse would flash through me,

Enables me to think about,

Makes my hand to move!

May be the limbs on the cell,

Either ticker over the key board,

Or on the mightier Pen!

Getting a start makes enough,

Setting to go quickly so.

Reporting the gratitude, Noble.

For touching me with grace,

To bring up and to perform it!

Yes, a word is enough,

To create a World for me.