My friends in the writer's circle inspired me to write a poem. As a teenager, I remember my friends reciting poems/ Shayari (Urdu) in the class. Sometimes even when the teacher was teaching, we were not scared of rhyming words in the back. I never did any of that in the last two decades. I never took a chance, but once, one of my friends spoke about her poem getting published on Spillwords. A random thought ran into my mind. I should try it once.We all inspire each other, so why not? I took my chance.
I always had a deep connection with nature. I love to adore its magic. In the afternoon while, I was lying down to relieve myself from the nagging leg cramps. I looked outside the window, and it just turned me on. I took my phone and recorded my notes. Words just flew while I gazed at the falling snow—something like cotton candy or maybe just a bunch of cotton balls shredded into pieces. Mother Nature gave us another chance to witness her glory in the middle of March.
I read the poem to my son, and he suggested I should publish it. Then I remembered Spillword, my friend had spoken about it. I created an account and sent them my peom along with my bio. Two days ago, I received an email saying they received my request and would be publishing it on March 21, 2022. I can't tell you how it feels—when you put your heart into creating something, and someone on the other side hears the tune. It was that kind of moment for me. It's like getting a stamp on your papers-APPROVED.
So, here it is, my first poem published on a platform. I hope to try my hands on poetry once in a while and see how it goes.
written by: Vandana Joshi Bhatt
@VandanaBhatt
As I wake up, the blazing sun peeks through my window,
Disguised as a summer charmer.
A gag of geese honk at my doorstep,
Returning from South, it's spring, they chant.
The snow starts melting, my toboggan hill in the backyard is gone,
I take my chances, go out for a stroll and witness the sign of upcoming spring.
I notice the shoots coming out of the tree branches,
I notice the roots sprouting from the earth.
Then suddenly it comes, again through my windows,
Snow brings a blanket and covers the land and trees with its magical aura.
As I see it fall, I think to myself,
Canada is so beautiful; let's enjoy the last shot while it lasts.
Snow so beautiful, so magical.
Let me know how you all like it and if I should continue doing it from here. Thanks a lot for your support.
P.S. The picture in this post does not justice to the real magical event.