On Writing

I was amused, for what I had mused

Was either horribly bad or terribly wrong.

Then it dawned on me that Bad Writing is a rite

For the Good Writing to come just right.

I was devastated, for my thoughts were void.

Was that block my departure from my being?

Then it dawned on me that I mustn’t quit;

For it to pass, I must unconditionally submit.

I was clueless, for I had lost directions.

Were things leading me into the unknown?

Then it dawned on me that I mustn’t disgruntle.

I must ask questions. Seek answers. Rediscover.

I was seeking to rekindle imagination.

To cover more than covered, to rediscover that fire.

Then, it dawned on me that I mustn’t rekindle,

Smoldering afterthoughts sometimes bear more than fancied pyre.

I then went back to the stories untold,

Read something that I tucked under memories, and had never let unfold.

Made that cringe-worthy crap a subject of my Wrath.

And, decidedly strode toward the desk to create gold.

©Suyog Ketkar