Volcano
Those two streams of lava
have become solid and silent now -
ever reminding me
of those painfully sweet sleepless nights
of incessant creativity.
The volcano is silent now,
not dead
(it should not be dead:
for 'miles to go
before I sleep.')
Will ever that time come
when a head will run
ahead of a stomach!
Who knows
when again
this volcano of creativity
will abruptly erupt
and some more new streams
will start flowing!
Muse, let thine will,
not mine be done!
Copyright © Mandal Bijoy Beg | Year Posted 2014
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