Need juice!

 

The monsoon rain falls

Without conviction

People drive to work

Without invitation

 

The cuckoo sings

As a matter of routine

The grass sparkles

Without any sheen

 

The sun is out

Its light’s all diffuse

I scribble my poems

They lack any juice!

 

Low on charge

Gadgets still run

I grope and grasp

For love’s inspiration!

 

 

 

Abhay B. Joshi