If to hatch an egg were I ever tasked,

I’d deliver a sunny side up without being asked!

I sit on plots and ideas for so long,

That even the best ones start seeming wrong…

Labelled ‘Bestseller’ idles a folder on my lappy,

My hiatus to restart only makes me feel crappy.

The universe, in all its marvel, is still being kind;

Incredible writing ideas, touchwood, pop in my mind!

Hurriedly I wrote down one premise, and excitedly –

A non-fiction plot surged inside me sacredly.

‘Stirring a change are people all around,

Their stories need to be shared and not be bound.’

In my list of these inspirations were a few from family,

They were accessible and available for me easily.

Thus I began finding other strangers to fit my bill,

Careless to tap the available before climbing the hill…

Livid, the kind universe set out to teach me a lesson;

It took away my Badepapa causing a story to lessen…

In grief, I met an onslaught of another emotion –

Guilt of delay consumed me like the furious ocean.

If only I had begun on time,

The story from the horse’s mouth would be mine!

Accepting the reality I chose had to move on,

Because his story talks even if Badepapa has gone…

Analysis soaked my creative mind:

People may perish but their deeds one can always find.

On introspection I hit a landmine –

Thoughts as words is my deeds’ design.

I can still write about my Badepapa today –

His actions breathe by themselves every day.

My case doesn’t fit in this scheme, I see;

My only legacy will be the words I set free!

How tragic it’ll be if I don’t pour my words out

Repenting on the pyre I’ll be, lying with a pout…

Each one of us has a purpose within;

I intend to complete mine before it is time to turn-in!