Intended to express the musing,
I linger around, the reflection.
Incomplete, the inspiration feels, In the
Impediment of articulation.
Imagery germinating in the soil of feelings
Immensely turmoils the insides,
In a fight to unfold the ode.
I know not the means, I know not the course, To
Ignite those sprouts into full blown foliage,
Intricately weaving around the trellis of the heart!
Illuminate my inner dwelling, to
Illustrate in palpable scribble, the
Infinity of your influence,
Invading the inherent harmony.
Infuse the apt intonation, lest
In translation, the profundity would be lost!