“You are a mere escapist,
An idle dreamer,
A hopeless visionary!”
Her mother’s fierce words echoed in her mind,
Echoed time and time again,
Leaving her in anguish.
“What purpose does poetry serve?”
Her mother’s apathetic question lingered…
Unanswered.
Her rigorous thinking being of no aid.

Her passion; Mother’s aversion,
Gave her all reasons to lament.
Weeping in a dark corner,
Pondering over this enigmatic question,
“I AM NO ESCAPIST” she screams in painful sobs.
“I AM NO DREAMER” she screams again.

Convincing, she ponders aloud.

“Sharing life’s burdens a poet weaves,
Weaves magical
And meaningful pattern
With words,
Words that encourage; thoughts that inspire,
Inspiring us to live, laugh, learn, love.”

“Is this escapism?”

“Love and hatred; laugher and tears,
Nostalgia and old age; fears and friendship,
Known and unknown; beginning and end.
Poetry has every aspect,
Every human passion,
A universal language.”

“Is this dreaming?”

“NO” she screams with gusto.

“This is a gift,
A talent, a blessing”

Thanking lord for it, she smiles, she laughs,
And goes on to pen her new verse.

“You are a mere escapist,
An idle dreamer,
A hopeless visionary!”
Her mother’s fierce words echoed in her mind,
Echoed time and time again,
Leaving her in anguish.
“What purpose does poetry serve?”
Her mother’s apathetic question lingered…
Unanswered.
Her rigorous thinking being of no aid.

Her passion; Mother’s aversion,
Gave her all reasons to lament.
Weeping in a dark corner,
Pondering over this enigmatic question,
“I AM NO ESCAPIST” she screams in painful sobs.
“I AM NO DREAMER” she screams again.

Convincing, she ponders aloud.

“Sharing life’s burdens a poet weaves,
Weaves magical
And meaningful pattern
With words,
Words that encourage; thoughts that inspire,
Inspiring us to live, laugh, learn, love.”

“Is this escapism?”

“Love and hatred; laugher and tears,
Nostalgia and old age; fears and friendship,
Known and unknown; beginning and end.
Poetry has every aspect,
Every human passion,
A universal language.”

“Is this dreaming?”

“NO” she screams with gusto.

“This is a gift,
A talent, a blessing”

Thanking lord for it, she smiles, she laughs,
And goes on to pen her new verse.