Poem5. A Miracle

A Miracle

 Words, they come out of me,

in a gush as if rush.

I said sh......!  wait, am busy,

then they stopped and stared.

They had danced in front of me;

before, I wasn't aware.

Now they flow ,flow and flow,

like a river towards sea.

Transformation big that happened,

a  housewife turned poet.

God's miracle may you call this,

lazy turned creative.

Entered for Jingle's Thursday Poet Rally week 31.

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