Dream work of my life

Dream work    of my life --- Guardian

 I started  to   think of  my  writing ego

Passion,  books  and  creative  aura:

Nurturing on, tantamount  to a fresh sprinkler,

as  that of  a  babe clinging  to be

fed to its  mother’s   breast.  

Mother’s   milk of human kindness

being  fed into  the  tender  innocent.

Words! Words! Sprang  from  the

Core of  my heart, every  corner

Of my room   a  silent listener!

Slowly  became  a Dream  work

Of my life. With  the passage of Time

A  pleasant  daily routine   and

avowed  commitment  for 

The  Muse  ever up swelling .  

Even  the  wrist  watch ticks  extra,

resonates  every word  it  encounters.

Pulse  regular  is   rhyming  meter.