March gone, I return April washed, ready br For writing once more, my exciting dreams br Needing a pen nudge me, with steady br Muse again daily, poetic scheming br Of verse is now a prime motive, romantic br New thoughts jostle for space as they line up br For lines. Gyrating inside pedanticly, br Metres emerge as desire becomes sated br And verses are birthed. So friends I appear br Among you again refreshed and rested, br Heart full of thanks for your care, I feel clear br And eager to write, - at least, trying my best.