#wow - She opened a blank notebook..

Creativity gives a special kick in life. In my busy crazy schedule of toggling between an infant and a toddler, I managed to write this poem for a prompt when both were asleep and I was wide awake  let me know how is it 

She opened a blank notebook

And started writing her story

It was no fiction, nor a folklore

Nor anecdotes of romantic glory

Para after para, pages after pages

Her hands were working without pause

Days and nights, she had no clue

Can passion be beaten by any cause?

It was important for people to know

Just this was running in her mind

In an effort to reveal the great secret

 She left every concern behind

Her face had wrinkles, her hands trembled

Still nothing on earth could make her stop

It was her resolve, even mighty might fall

Her story would finish, come may what

At hour midnight, it finally got finished

She took a breath of satisfaction

Tired of all the past labour

She finally took rest for a fraction

The notorious wind blew out of nowhere

The lamp betrayed and fell down

It took a moment, the work turned to cinders

The woman woke up and sadly frowned

She took deep breath and pondered

Out in the darkness she had a pensive look

It was her dharma to tell her story

So again she opened a blank notebook..

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’