Creation

Sitting idle,

Solving a riddle.

With body in a lazy phase,

Here comes an idea with amaze.

Hurriedly went inside my room,

From the lonely chair outside, near the moon.

The glittery eye,

Caught the armor’s sight,

Which was laying slant,

With support of the container upright.

Swiftly with the other hand,

Get hold of white sheets in grand.

Rushed to the lonely night,

Under the beam of moonlight.

With the shivering hand,

And many thoughts in my head,

I wrote on the paper,

My first line of treasure.

Months ahead,

Forward being the thread,

One by one was adding,

My creation to form a book of writing.