An Inanely Written Quatrain



Some Day I will
I know I will
I have a deadline
and I know I will

But why does it seem
that till then I will dream
of accomplishing it
bit by bit

I look for inspiration
from everywhere that I see
Leaves or trees
Hills or seas

The waves that seem
like an infinite realm
waves that come and hit the shore
Watching them was never a bore

So I then decide
Good that I have this tryst
18th Birthday of of my daughter my pride
Much before that the book....I must!