I wish I were

July 4, 2008
By Saumya Choudhury, New Delhi, ZZ

I wish I were...
a mere drop of ink
manifesting its beauty wildly
on a white sheet of paper.

I wish I were...
the paper itself
casted by the magical spells
of the poet's budding words.

I wish I were...
the efficient and deep words
penned down from
something deep inside of the poet.

I wish I were...
the depth of the poet
emerging slowly
as a serene river of thoughts.

I wish I were...
poet's eternal thoughts
creeping unfrictioned
like the clouds above.

I wish I were...
the eminent thinker himself...
I wish I were the damn poet
who can influence a million minds
in a time less than the speed of light.

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