A journey of five
Began creeping…into the first phase of its life
Continued crawling…into diverse stages of life
And kept staying alive
From a dot through many dots to crosses and dashes
From a piece of paper to many pieces of papers
From a day through many lasting moments of wishes
And of whispers
‘Twas all in the beginning
It was all in the beginning
The weeks…after each willing week
The theme…after a long, winding search
And all that
It wasn’t all that jazz
‘Twas all in the making
It was all in the making
A pen came up…to pen down deep thoughts
A night stayed up…to stay down sleepiness
A column of lines came up…with rhymes and with reasons
‘Twas all till the new morning
It was all till the morning
The morning rising after
And after
After the first night
After the first noon
And the first moon
The written lines lined up right
So right
‘Twas all in the reading
It was when they were reading
All the social things
All the sorry horrifics
All the stark stories
All the classic romantics
All the prolific polemics
‘Twas when they were reading the written
It was when they were reading the written
The writings they were reading
The reading they were relishing
The relishing they were celebrating
‘Twas when a celebration of years of writing poesy
Accounted for half of a decade
But still stuck in the Poetry Corner
‘Tis not yet the ending
It is not yet the ending
When the alarm goes
When the cock crows
When the hen clucks
When the dog barks
When the ding dongs
When the clock clicks
When the time ticks
‘Tis not yet the ending
Let the one who reads
–keep reading
