By Shaily Tripathi
Those naughty letters
They fumble here and there
Playing with my words
Changing the meaning of what I ought to say
And my poem, in my head was so clear
Once I told to write about ‘a pair’
But it came out ‘with legs bare’
I told it to ‘pin’
And it ended up with a ‘sin’
I am so Upset with them now
I just don’t know how
They keep changing the meaning
Of my poem, in my head was so clear
I told the bee was humming
But these letters went running
The turtle went hiding in the shell
The letters loudly rang the bell
I am so done with them playing around
Fetched a pen to put them bound
They keep changing the meaning
Of my poem, in my head was so clear
I ought to have a magic spell
That how I thought, the poem as well
My words wouldn’t betray
The readers get the meaning of what I say
Of my poem, in my head was so clear
Poet in the family.