Writing A Poem Is Like

Full of joy watching a vivid rainbow

I pen down all it takes

and think until my mind aches

The only other sound break

Of distant waves and birds awake.

It is long wordy and deep

But has promises to keep

After hardship and lots of sleep

Sweet thoughts begin to peep

I rise from the gentle bed

With ideas of the topic in my head

With eating my jam with lots of bread

Ready with my writing ahead

I conclude it with a mystery

Like it has no history

I love writing chemistry

My poem has a Mistry