Today I have no poem for you, dear reader

Today I have no poem for you, dear reader
No verse with image to imbue, dear reader

See that peacock perched on the distant coconut tree
That the bird could fly so high who knew, dear reader

My mind is vacant as the summer sky of clouds
It cannot from old draw out the new, dear reader

When I sat down to tease some poetry from the air
I only found dryness, no morning dew, dear reader

Love, longing, loss, death and despair are dark
No words I can find of lighter hue, dear reader

Listed out in all depth and detail on a digital screen   
My daily tasks are in an endless queue, dear reader

Days like this I sit still and wait for words  
Did you hear that kitten mew, dear reader

Charu-Khepi wanted to gift you a ghazal this evening
Her poetic sensibilities vanished on cue, dear reader