Whimsical mind
A writing pad, pen and pencil
are lying ready on my table
I won’t sleep tonight,
write a story or a fable
A cup of hot tea on my desk
I sit on a chair
I have other thoughts
But for the time I don’t care
I must write something
be whatever that may
and finish it off nicely
before beginning of next day
Everyone is fast asleep
Only clock’s ticking I can hear
I close my eyes, think what to write
The concept is coming clear
The wind blows, windows rattle
with the sound of thunder
I jump up from my chair
And then I start to wonder
Is it the right time to write
Or should I be in bed
Have a good night sleep
And write tomorrow instead?
Rain comes and pours
Lightning I can see
A chilly night, best place is bed
Well where else it could be ?
So I am off to bed
with sudden change in plan
I would rather write tomorrow
Or as soon as I can
May be I shall have a dream
a new concept I shall find
A lot better than what tonight
I have in my mind