The Comeback...

Perplexed and lost, a poetess like me
Didn't write for four months and days seventeen
Who was once crowned as the melancholy queen
Now couldn’t rhyme a word to the syllable "e".

So much had happened in such little time
Her chaotic life making it difficult to beguile
She envied the ''Wordsworth'' she once adored the most
For his poetry admired from coast to coast.

Was the nature playing fools? Oh not he!
His enchanting beauty gleamed across the sea
Or the profound grey cloud's graffiti
Or a young couple's love defying gravity.

She almost gave up, didn't want to write
When a fragile little girl walked by her side
Begging for a penny, a nickel or a dime
Persistently bothering the woman who tried hard to rhyme.

The woman fumbled in her purse as the coins cluttered through
Grabbing a thin coin whose value she not knew
In a lame attempt to get rid of the pain
She gave the girl a rare ten rupees coin.

The little girl's eyes gleamed with a twinkle
The adrenaline rushing made her voice crinkle
She held it close, like the treasure of a lost isle
She cared not for the poetry she had just beguile

Lost in those naïve eyes, the woman watched the girl
Whose innocence spoke more than any poet’s words
Clueless of how to write the girl’s chastity
Stood perplexed and lost a poetess like me