Sonnet On An 'artlessness! ' Poem by Indranil Bit

Today after a long time of dilution, I am holding a pen!
No more imaginary works along, choked dreamy lane!
I am to jot down my own story, in simple and plain!
It may not have an interesting tinge, yet unfurl no shame!
We all are books, some read out loud, have I such a claim!
My story may entrust a growing child, in simple and plain!


'The purest of love brings me here, vows me not to leave!
The greatest creed hugs me knowledge, wellness is to believe!
I am grown in light and rain so as you, hearing morning hymn!
All day is spent in weaving memories, wool of sparkling time!
Till the day when the realization dawns, artlessness is a crime!
I gasp to unlock the door of dreamy lane, I pen my own first line! '

Today you recognize me as a word-weaver, word as evergreen pine!
Come join me, unlock your own door of creation, as artlessness is a crime!