After all where else would I be

Sitting at the table

Staring at the wall

My mind is blank

And my sheet without a scrawl!

A designer am I

Or so I’ve been told

And ideas must flow

Till I grow old!!

 I draw a square and call it a hall

Wait a minute…

But I’m designing a mall!

I should start on the lobby

Or the restaurant maybe

Because where there’s food

There is the college brood.

The shops, the toilets and the rest

Where is the placing best?

Should it be here or should it be there?

Dear God please show me where!

It’s all very confusing

I wonder what is missing

The staircase railing perhaps

(That could cause a lot of mishaps!!!)

 To find the perfect place

ormal;">For the tiniest space

Takes all week and more

Till my brain is numb

And my back is sore.

Though I work all through the day

Still up through the night I’ll have to stay.

Sitting at the table

Staring at the wall

 My mind still blank

My sheet yet without a scrawl.

  In the bus was I

Sitting by the window

Watching the world go by

Adoring the little bird on the tree,

The fruits, the leaves and the bumble bee.

My thoughts zoomed into just the leaf

Gazing at the perfect design in disbelief.

The veins, the midrib, the xylem and phloem

God knew exactly where to place them.

Each and every detail however small

 In just a day He made them all.

The Master designer is He

Who knows where everything should be.

The lobby, the bedroom and the loo

He will know just what to do

I put my trust in the great I am

Who will help me design the highest dam

Because the master designer is He

for in his perfect plan is “me!!!”

I have nothing to fear

Because He holds me so dear

Oh isn’t that grand

Of Him in awe I stand