A Tethered Author

Oh! This season of writing is enrolled in my calendar,

I Want to be showered by the rain of words,

I Want to make my experientially unseen paper boat - sail upon the infinite stream,

I Want to be under the weather these days,

And put on the blankets of self.

But my wicked Mom neither allowing me to touch the door,

Nor allowing me to go outside without the parasol of heavy books.

I query if they are jealous of me,

Or they don't want me to reach the island of self?

But it's fun to jump off the windows cluelessly,

And to be called a "Tethered Author",

As I am tethered to be Untethered...