Jab of poetry in my life
has opened the door to great charms,
and taught me to deal with done harms.
Waxing and waning and waxing again;
Dancing to the tunes of rain;
Catapulting into a rainbow plane.
Lockdown words that were locked
in rough leaves of my memoirs
are staggering and stuttering,
Strobing while they get unlocked
with the key of my blog,
Realising the urgency to unwind
from fetters of static sheets
of my diary,
they flocked to
the liberating cyber world
where they float And dot
the cyberspace sublime.
Image and poem Copyright ©️ 2021 Vipanjeet Kaur- VJ Poetic Musings
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