GloMag GloMagMay2020 | Page 39

POETIC PANGS As usual we are engaged in family chores Wave of our poetic mind hardly finds shores But within us the seed of poetry is stored It tries to germinate from where it's being hoard Bards are haunted by poetic pangs always Their creativity dazzles like morning sun rays They suffer but not surrender to other's whims In their world they enjoy life with sweet rhythms 39