Source Of Magic

From wrinkled old hands of grandma,

Pots of magic she prepares,

In her every food,

Did you know?

Ever felt that sense,

Of magic tickling your heart,

When you curl your fingers,

On a baby’s tiny hands.

You already have done magic,

On a blank paper,

To create lost worlds with words,

When only your pen & imagination links.

Your speck of hope,

Is a manifestation of magic,

That doesn’t let you down,

Even with the demanding dark thoughts.

Pain can vanish away,

Only with mother’s magical touch,

Or even with nature’s,

One cooling breeze.

In abundance it flows like a river,

Only difference is,

Rivers from its headwaters,

And magic from Love...