Napowrimo day 14:
Inspiration for poetry .
Through the winsome lips of my English teacher
under the shade of that humongous banyan tree,
I was welcomed into the cradle of poetry.
Through the mesmerizing fillip of my mom’s benign words
between the walls of her aromatic presence,
my rays of inspiration were ignited.
Through the twilight years of my adolescence
beneath the night of that waxing gibbous moon,
doodles of my poetry were illuminated.
Through the horizon of that unseen exotic eternity
the thirst of my quintessential quest expands into
the expanse of ever-unfolding poetry.
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