From slumber I rise,
And in rapture my canvas paint.
Hues from an iridescent spring
Sparkle like diamonds sans a taint
Conjured words that bend and sway
Capture all of my springing ecstasy
Labors of a mind so fine
Flowing from a source divine
A cause of much delight
And yet it is to guilt I'm prey
The burden, oh! a deed of such dismay
A languish over questions
To which answers I have none
Even as my magic wand moves with flourish
Over eager scraps of thirsty parchment,
He colors his,
With some of mine.

- Rema Nair