Found And Lost Poem by azmat naushad asif

I found something beautiful.
A streak of energy
Ran across me
Assured that was what the world calls
Inspiration.

However I felt
It was a moment
Not just any
But a most pleasant one
I believe
Intended to be re-lived
To be sung
Again and again

I wrote it down
To resurrect it
My first epistle
To life itself.

I was going for a walk
Saw a shepherd driving his herd
In an instant
I realized the simplicity divine
And so I freeze the instant
By framing it in words.


I was taking a bath
Saw the sun beams sieving up the room
And so does the inspiration sieved
Into my soul.
I just wrote to treasure it.

Caressed by the mousai.
The words just poured.
Sometimes suddenly
Without any reason
And sometimes rationally
With many reasons
Words in order
Ordered words
Decorated, delicate
And in flow

Every alphabet a tune
Singing, dancing, hopping
Knowing, where to settle next
On the branches
Or on the leaves
Sometimes inside the flower
Pollinating the imaginations
Ripening me.

Then, I started to learn this
Very art.
The syllables, the verses
The haiku, the sonnets
The rhymes and the rhythms.

Oh! I have been confined inside the border
Cannot flow .
Everything restricted
My words can't breathe.

Before they glowed,
Gloat and glided.
Now they are gasping
Losing sense
In everything sensible
They are constrained
In every measurement
Of pentameters and meters.

Gradually they stopped
Approaching me
Occasionally peeping here and there .
And then
They only gazed
From a distance.

The milestone rose with every mark I gained

Now a days, I only catch their glimpse
Hidden and wrapped.

Slowly, letter by letter
Alphabet by alphabet
They disappeared,
Altogether.

ALAS!
The day I became educated,
I lost my knowledge.