Write I Must
To write I am forced,
By an angel, sweet;
My blood fast coursed,
To give a treat.
To my dismay,
I found nought to write;
My mind in disarray,
Is drab downright.
But write, write I must,
For my daughter darling;
Let her savour the crust,
Lest she go starving.
I know her appetite,
This poesy would whet;
So a little bite,
Would not make her fret.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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