I envy my poem.
It reached where I aspire to be.
With a little Midas touch-
Yet staying true in essence, a better form of me.
I envy my poem.
With ease of fondants, it was effortlessly molded
And enhanced its goodness.
I stayed broody, fixed and holded
I envy my poem.
It conveyed emotions and profoundly played its part,
Which I ought to learn:
How to be a listener when speaking out your heart.
Parul Singhal – India – (1984 - )
Singhal. P (2017) Emotionally Exhausted: Random Realisations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. I ENVY MY POEM. Page Number 18.