Something more!
I sat to write something Something that would tranquilize the readers Something that would satiate the inner me With joy which knows no boundary A notion all at once dawned on me Writing is such a bliss and glory I can delve inside myself And bring out all I have ever wanted to I stop and fantasize about writing I stop and think highly Of every piece of writing I have stumbled upon And deem the collective endeavor by everybody Put into oeuvre and creativity Hundreds and thousands of years Some fictional and some bona-fide tears Would have been crafted To make this basket This basket may not itself realize its preeminence What it gives When it becomes a confidante For a lone wolf When it takes a crestfallen Into its jovial realm When it opens a whole new world For somebody who abhors the existing The basket may not itself discern its virtue There are many who consider it Something more than...