I was wondering what to write when
I got the news today that
the poem I wrote got accepted
in the journal I like.
This made me ecstatic
It was the first baby step taken by me.
Made me think of
how excited must a baby get
when he takes his first step.
When he realizes that he has the power
to control his movements at his time.
I sat down to pen a poem
nothing came to my mind.
I suddenly realized
That my hobby was no longer idle time.
It had taken a form and a purpose!
How upset did that make me feel
felt that I lost my freedom
to fame and praise of worldly eyes!