I made pertinent query as to why it was such belief?
How come one number can be unlucky to give no relief?
Today I laugh it out as it happened to be my thirteenth tone
So much water had since flown and gone
The river water had become calm to reveal nothing more
I too had stabilized in writing and very much eager to explore
It gives some inner satisfaction as to what has been achieved
To write few poems at the earlier time was always shelved
So many wrote me as if I was rude, illiterate and misbehaved
I escaped all the fury and the scenario was truthfully saved
Many times I was shown the doors to hell
Even though I promised them to fare well
They had some sense of superfine gift
I did not want to question their ability and create rift
I heaved a sigh of relief when so many started to praise
Encouraged me to write more issues and urged to rise
I thought it prudent enough to rise to the occasion
There was no use to pull back and ruled it out of question
The poet is not a divine figure to speak all truth
Neither he should know the facts or have proof
It is purely natural wave that is trying to emerge
It may not appeal all but certainly urge
It is all about glorifying the nature
Human nature, pain and agony to endure
The love and feelings to find place and secure
Its importance and make it to be felt as pure
I have done nothing as such in the field
I did get some foothold and thin position held
It may find some favor on any another day
I shall feel happiness when I will have sway
It is on going process and may not end soon
The garden may be full of flowers with natural boom
I do not know what color I may represent
But I shall try to be of simple flower of present
I may die out or fade in process
No one may prefer to read or gain an access
The creation may not find the light of the day
I may be standing alone on the way
It may be unlucky but may prove lucky for me
The collection is day by increasing like a big tree
It may bear fruits in spring and exhibit to all
The fruits are laden, ripened and ready to fall