to rom with love

Rommu wild flea curled in her room
looking above at the cloud of doom.
She shook her head a sign she quit
and cried, "Mommy, I am terrible and cant make it!

"I can not decide upon the words,
This writing sure is 'for the nerds.'"
"Ramya," said her mother quickly,
"think in your head and think clearly."

"Don’t mess or argue with me
but utilize the time that you have free.
Remove the furrows from your brows and smile
put down your thoughts and they’ll take you a mile!”

Write them down and while you are at it
play around and let your thoughts flit
switch them when you think they don’t fit
and that’s the way things are writ."

Ramya tried and soon found out,
what poetry is all about.
she started with thoughts as she let it fly
and her poems made sense by and by

Soon Ramya’s poems were completely done,
she read it to her friends, the tales she had spun
her friends laughed and offered her treats,
and cried "Our Rom will be the next John Keats!"

And Ramya learnt the lesson right from the heart
that getting started is the hardest part
just plunge in and put the words on the paper
The sword is good but the pen is mightier!