By Shreya Dhital
A Writer’s Prayer
They held the wand and prayed to never let a full stop meet the last sentence they write
A bruise on my knee, Awaiting a band-aid, meets a pinch of salt!
You appear and the furrow between my brows leaves a grin in its wake
These soft weeps - both a lullaby and a needle's prick
At Their Happiest
They scribble and strike, string and structure - words unite A beautiful dance
Unrestrained flames blaze And flicker in dominance Heat and terror - Splash!