My First Poem Poem by Neelam Dadhwal

My first poem was not written
only felt like golden words from wise people
changed history inscribed on first page of magazine

however my mother had told
she wanted to record whatever I say when I was small
my teetotaler made sense and not

my sisters would tamper the lock of my diary
that stationary owner still stacks them in shop window

the moon in my room's windowpane hangs
in an imaginary web of spider

sometimes I think as in childhood I light a lamp
in a camp and resound in the glory of my thoughts.