Sunday, October 11, 2009

I sing without a song

Like a gamer without his game,
like a rider without his ride,
Incomplete and uncouthly made.

I write without a thought,
like Sachin without his straight drive shot,
like Pudge wihtout his rot,
lowly and needed not.

Until I realized,
that my wish was fulfilled
and slept with my head on the book,
imagining Storm was given back his grapple hook!!