I commenced composing poems,
As early as eight years
When my first poem
The Truant,
Composed in a class,
Was taken away by my Principal
It was about an incident,
When schools kids went a riot....
I don't remember what I wrote
But ever since I have composed
Poetry of my own
And
as you must have noticed
No two poems of mine are alike,
They neither rhyme nor chime
But so many friends,
I can now claim as mine.
This too is hardly a piece
Yet I know you may like it.
All but one ....
Comments
Dear Loved,
Shame on that principal for taking your poem!!!
I would have liked to read it.
Keep on writing!
always, Cat
that was years ago
she couldn't tolerate my extraordinary brief ,
then I thought ....
now i know
.thanks Cat
Loved
Sad to say teachers rather deny than give student credit where they excel.
Glad you still writing.
This piece is not much of a poem, but I do like it because even though people can take away you're writings, they can not take away your God given gift, the talent to write good poetry.
The World is in Dire Need
Of great hearted generous folks like you
No poem has a second draft,
Till someone points out with intentions true
Yes I give due credit too.
That I am really not adept,
At the finesse of writing,
Imaginary and metaphorical poetry,
Is known to me
Why can't we call a spade,
a spade?
It’s bothering me.
Why should I say moon,
When I mean your face
And
Why should I condemn you,
Just to field a gloomy face.
Do tell me….
Millions are there to compose,
Mostly all such poetry
To the garbage bin of time,
They all, yes many dispose.
Poetry has outlived its value today,
Yet poets dead and gone
Like Shakespeare,
In the hearts of mankind will stay.