A Tribute To My Ideas Poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir

Sometimes I wonder how I manage to write a poem,
But when it does, I sit down holding my head,
I behold the ideas put on the sheet of the paper,
They seem to say, ' You can't escape yourself from us. We shall come when we wish to come.'
I couldn't help smiling at them,
They are the inhabitants of my thought realm,
They are always welcomed,
They are the most expected guests who come unexpectedly,
They have a great hold over my senses,
They mould my tears both of joy and sorrow
Into themselves,
They access a situation even before me,
And fall on the paper like the drops of dew,
They travel with me into unknown lands,
They show me the glimpse of human sufferings and pleasure,
They are the friends of my weal and woe.
I thank them for I am nothing without them,
I can't move an inch without them,
The are the strongest links in the chain of my life,
If they are broken, I shall break.