Need juice!

 

Monsoon rain drips

Without conviction

People drive to work

Without invitation

 

The cuckoo sings

A matter of routine

The grass sparkles

With no real sheen

 

The sun is out

Its light 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