I am not poetic..
I try to jot down..
Thoughts that woo..
My imagery world..
Each word jumbles..
That laden in mesh..
Quite in remnants..
For a better catch..
I try to compose..
Those quintessence..
In a poetic frame..
If my words, thoughts..
Flows like a river..
With so much ease..
Naturally towards..
The ocean of poem..
To dance with waves..
With rhythm so merry..
While drifting, I wish..
While drifting, I wish..
If it encases into a shell..
Shall turn into a pearl..
It would be so incredible..!