The Joy Of Invention Poem by Varsha M

Walking on the same path
Is no more a charm to my soul
Who has tasted the pleasure
To create the new.

The thoughts within me
Keep flipping up and down
Testing a new notion that took birth
Or trying a new combi that yield gold.

Rest is unintroduced to me
Ignorance is just impossible
Germinating a new seed is imbiable
Writing the new chapter is irrefutable.

Holding the one's concieved idea
Right in your very hands
Bubbles emotions unexplainable
Pouring pearls of emotions.

Beyond the scope of this universe
I experience the gratification
To step on the moon I create.