My Conversation with a Poem

One day an incomplete poem walked over a coffee
Oh! How are you, long time since you inspired me
I remember how those thoughts were sewed through the words you derive
And then assemble them for hours before dismissing the theme
Nothing satisfied you till it said what you mean

Taking another sip I enquired what brings you here
Oh! I am always around just waiting to be discovered
I remember how you used to chase me with queries unlearned
Plucking every word with a chisel in the hand
When a poem called you used to respond

Keeping the cup down a polite I comprehended
Oh! That was just immature inquisitiveness about all unidentified
After learning the rules of the world it seems just a waste of time
An unproductive act is not forgiven at all
One cannot cross the road without paying for the toll

The coffee in the container was still warm
Oh! So you think you need to pay for everything you have
Did you bought the senses which measure the quality of your drink
How much did you pay for the mechanism which will help you digest
And what is the price of thoughts which this solitude will generate

The only response I had was to ask for a paper and a pen
Oh! You cannot win against an idea which has awaken
Feelings seldom comes unaccompanied by words
A thought is a poem and a poem, just a thought
When you stop thinking then only you are lost