Poem's Receiver Poem by Neran Sati

The rejoiced came to me - like children -
joining cherished class or parents dear

Some, yet quiverish, wished to cross-talk
or even gambled - for the change of pace!

A few, not unlike pickiest of birds, took long
lodge search - seeking best for it nest

Some with heaven's glimpse, just flew o'er
aiming for another skape, or better soil..

Sometimes - what a joy! - few returned
settling neat across the single sheet, or

clock' in my laptop mind - it lucent seat.
Most troublesome behave like wraiths,

haunting me o'er days and nights..
Till saved by sun.. or some higher lit-

hence taking brake, or 'bit more time, as
to relocate - the ache!