You have been here to live,
Although just for few hours.
With me, you'll break the dawn,
You'll here come to thrive.
I invite you to my schön world,
Here, you would much enjoy.
Beckoning you towards itself,
This beautiful world of words,
It would be a physical reality,
These words will make me rich.
You'll be the catalyst of my deeds,
Oh, c'mon help me.
I have lived and lived again,
No God helped me.
Only parents were here for me,
When I lay in the death bed.
Don't be discouraged,
Desist judging me.
My potential I don't know,
This terrible destiny dumped me,
I so wish to change the world,
Correcting the mistakes of God.
Loneliness imprisoned me back then,
'Twas before you appeared on my horizon.
I forgot what happiness feels like,
You reintroduced me to it recently.
Gratefulness is ripe in my heart,
Like the sweet fruit of eternity.
You are the transcript of joy,
So I dub thee Transcription.
Schön is German for "beautiful"
My HP Poem #1824
©Atul Kaushal