For sometime now I have been wrapped up in work
Too urgent and too important to shirk
So much so that I put my beloved words to rest
With great difficulty I did, my flow of words arrest
Words need to spring naturally like milk from a mother's breast
They dry up though in times of stress and unrest
When times get better,they flow once again
Like a young river , they gurgle and sparkle rushing to meet the ocean once again
I wait for the words to come back to me Till then its just worldly chores and the ensuing ennui
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