In Search Of Words

                                   In Search Of Words

            I wrote this  poem about a week ago and I thought I'd post it here. It's about a 

            little girl who is trying so frantically to pen down her imaginations in the form 

            of a poem. So......here goes,

        

                A quill in her child like arm,

                A song in her blessed mind.

                She sat down to write,

                A clever sonnet of her own.

       

                Her quill kissed the parchment,

                Like a soldier in the battlefield 

                Ready to attack his foes 

                Though none were onsight.

     

                She searched for golden words

                To pen her flowering ideas.

                But cunning words, ran away.

                Oh words! Pity the poor little bird.

                The tingling bells and trickling water

                Came of no help.

                She wanted few sweet words, 

                Which alone she won't get.

                She hid her full moon face

                With bare little hands

                As she could not pen her thoughts,

                Which she knew were just true lies

     

   

               So, I hope you guys like my poem. I'm sure to be back with

               more soon😄👍🏻😄