A Fresh Morning Embrace   

     I had printed a story in my mind at night,

     the other day,  with the wings of a poem,

     but the next morning, I wasn’t able to recollect

     or reproduce  the poem, as it

     was erased from my mind completely.

     I didn’t  know  what  to  do, tried to recite

     the verses again and again, but to no avail.

     I stood still to remember the past night’s experience,

     which was lucid as daylight

     I doubted it was a sign of Alzheimer’s tilt.

     I attempted to listen to my inner voice

     that commanded me gently twice

     to pick up a plain paper and hold a pen

     to jot down on the paper with the pen

     whatever feelings touch the surface of my mind.

    I calmed down, started to pen witty lines,

    yet couldn’t put on paper that story

    which gave me an irksome experience today.

    Anyway, I have overcome it with happiness

    and a fresh morning with determined embraces.

Medhini