You always fascinated, interested and provoked me.
You always loved, pampered and gifted me.
You always encouraged me and
held me by the hand to walk the path I felt was right.
In my days of gloom I turned into you and wrapped in the warm embrace of words, in times of happiness, I slept in the lap of your words. Like a mother, you never refused refuge to anybody. Be it the simple rhyme that one wanted to write or reflect one’s emotions, you never refused.
You housed everyone who chose you as their life bearer.
I hope to protect you from people who insult and never understand you. I know taking care of you will monetarily not bring anything but I am sure, when I close my eyes all I will see is happy words ready to linger in the minds for long and make a difference to their lives, just the way it did to mine.
I love you poetry. I have just started my journey couple of years ago but I will savour the path that leads me to somewhere I don’t know where I’ll go but I still will.
Thank you will be an insult for taking this leap of faith holding your hand.