A file called inspiration

I’ve a file called inspiration

And in it I keep some scraps

that I find or stub my toe on

and that I’m keeping under wraps

 

Sometimes I go there and take them

Hold them out into the light

Rub them like Aladdin’s lantern

Or I dream of them at night

 

There are treasures that I hide there

Little mysteries found in sand

And sometimes I just gaze at them

And sometime they’re in my hand

 

There are light beams filled with star dust

There are stones with patterns etched

There are words with no clear meaning

And a bundle no one fetched

 

Sometimes I will rearrange them

Sort by colours or by size

Other times I want to share them

But not sure if they are ripe

 

Dhaka 2012

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