A child’s smile is like a flower in full bloom
its babble resounds a nightingale’s song
its walk resembles a peacock dance
my happiness overwhelms 
when I see a child.
A child’s smile is like a flower in full bloom
its babble resounds a nightingale’s song
its walk resembles a peacock dance
my happiness overwhelms 
when I see a child.
Eloquent one could be
an intimacy holds the swing
spontaneity there could be
an inspiration takes off in wings.
The intensity creates the eloquence
the liveliest shoots up with an impulse
there could be no sequence
would never induct a repulse.
The non stop free flowing account
loaded with anecdotes and incidents
could ensure a grand delivery with no discount
a gripping tale holds all with no resent .
Eloquence is inborn and a gift beautiful
not all are silver tongued and craftsman great
shows up in itself from persons wonderful
an impression of wisdom and knowledge great
Gathering the wool
picking up the strings
tying up the knots
goes to make up a story.
The nose for news
the knack to write them out
the twist to the plot
go to make up a story.
The brewing of thoughts
the linking of idealism
entwining them together
go to make up a story.
The loop holes in a few
the loose ends in between
being checked and edited
go to make up the story.
Could this be a teach to write?
nay not it is from a novice
who is learning hard to publish
with a lot of difficulty in the stride.