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.
