YOU ARE MY INSPIRATION

I saw you many times writing late into night 

Often in dim light, not to disturb anyone, including me 

Then I not know, you were creating words of wisdom, master pieces 

Your trembling hands, wrinkled skin, testimony to your collected experiences 

Put on paper for eternity 

Your childhood memories, well chronicled 

Your perception of the world well elucidated, as if to provide future references 

Every object, your subject of poetry 

Your love and trust in humanity 

Many Odes to divine, the odds you came across 

Laurels and humiliations 

Missed opportunities 

Your resolve to emerge from ashes 

Soaring high into the skies

The losses you overcame, the investments you made in human relations

Every poem touching the heart 

I often wonder, is it a biography of human race 

Writing came to you natural like a fish to waters 

What else do I need, an Inspiration, to take up writing though not your and my profession 

Thank you for allowing me to walk in your foot steps, though tiny 

One day, sure I will catch up, though not so elegant 

I am fully aware an imitator can never surpass the original 

You are the creator, me created 

Thank you once again for the inspiration