AUTHOR

Do I have it in me?

To be an author, again

Revisit the trials, tribulations

The trauma and the awful strain

To let a new-fangled plot

Impregnate my fertile mind

In order to conceive

A creation, one of a kind

Patiently wait for the ‘D’ day

Through  winter, spring, summer and rain

Endure the ordeals of labour

And the excruciating pain.

Striving to catch a glimpse

Of my baby, my newborn

Hoping that she is healthy

Unblemished; pretty like a swan.

When she ventures on her journey

When her ability is put to test

Deep in my heart, praying

That she is a cut above the rest.

Brooding at her losses

Rejoicing at every gain

Do I have it in me?

To be an author, again...

                                                     (Anurag)