I was oiling my lamp in the midnight,
and my mind was exploring the depth of my heart-
a little piece of fiction was born
as the words flowed through me.
Letter after letter, and pages unfolded,
nights and days followed, an audacious pen
staining,scratching and scribbling the vast expanse
created this immortal existence.
A few stains from my past,
a tinge of emotion, a lump of
imagination and lots of love;
it brought its first prints in the world.
There among thousands on that shelf,
stands firmly my own little miracle.
Unique, untamed and amateur,
its freshly inked papers embracing each other.