The strain I endure
the pain I undergo
stands out at every event
regretting at the moment
forgetting a little after
.
I indulge with enthusiasm
scrutinizing every detail
conceptualizing the incidental
matching, adding, attributing
a mania or a phobia, can I call? grips me
with a tight fist, I stay imprisoned
A team of craftsmen
work with me in my pursuit
to create, to bring to reality
my dreams, I give them the outline.
I can visualize but drawing
is not my forte, they do with skill
send pictures, I fine tune them
marking the corrections,
patiently they redo, an online
interaction goes for a week
They understand, I compromise
finally we accomplish it.
” Here we go”. we scream with glee
I have not seem them nor they have
all being worked with applications.
It is tension filled fun – a creation
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Meenas Poems 