When I Was Lost In Poetry Poem by Pushkar Bisht

When I was lost
In my poetry,
That I was singing
For my beloved world
And then appeared a little child
With his grand-mom
In the park where I was,

I stopped near him,
And I started to play with him a lot.
It was a great joy for me
I ever achieved this beautiful thing
From an innocent kid.

He ran away
With his tiny steps
In the park,
Then I went to him to bring
Back to his grand-mom
Because she was enough old
To catch him when he ran slowly,

In the chilly wind of night,
He was with me
To make me smile again and again
That he becomes my beautiful poem
For which I am totally absorbed to write a beautiful
Poetry for him.