Starting Trouble

I remember the day, when I wrote my first verse! Writing a poem was not at all a matter of business for me, And it wasn’t a colossal chore when my master asked me to write one; But, in veracity I have ever written none. Pondering on great poetic legends and their near and dears… Their prodigious thoughts crammed my wits- Then my proceedings seemed as if they are gliding higher than the clouds- I’m all set and clear nearly for hours. Then my sister scoffed at me, brother mocked with her, Granny chuckled, grandpa giggled and of course there was a silencer! Amazed, to get appraisal even before I moved further; After all those are initiatives for an up-and-coming writer. I astounded that I too got critics, but it made me to go on; Puzzled to find out what they actually mean; But it made me to climb that unclimbed mountain; And fasten my mission. Then with loads of coolness, I took my wand To wave her magical spell for my deed; Everything went impeccably organized Until I got a doubt how to get it started… …