Inspiration Divine

The pitter patter of rain broke my reverie
Never did I feel more carefree
A leg propped on pillow and movement restricted
In the restriction I found the solace I coveted
The trees greener and the sky azure
I longed to observe and treasure
The hush of the nature and the rush of the passer by
The birds that fly high
The little puppy howling and the old man under the canopy
The muddy sidewalk and the colours in virgin panoply
A realization came to me
It rains often but never could I see
The intricacies of the world stage
For I had been caught in my chimeric cage
I did not have the time or so I said
Could not fathom what I had and what fled
Even the words are not mine
They only come out when I get an inspiration divine



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