The Lost Poet

In life, we often choose a goal and then work hard to achieve it, but sometimes in fame's and success's shine, we overlook those small things that have been causing us big happiness.

In one of those childhood days

when both my time and life was free

finding no better thing to do

I picked my pen under a banyan tree

 

That time to write was my only aim

no matter what I write about

it might be cars ships or train

stars, kites or even clouds

 

It was all so calm

all so nice

worth living was minute every

it’s a mystery why

my heart used to shine

with happiness while writing poetry

 

Still in word’s play

I found one day,

the world turned into a race

I dropped my pen

then I ran

a competitive world was to face

 

I worked quiet hard

did my best

in want to surpass the rest

succeeded of course

sometimes I fall,

I past down every single test

 

I sweat it out

and earned it all

all the things a man can dream

the world’s respect

from all aspects

victory laid at my knees

 

However, something had changed

strange thing it was,

started to pass so fast the time

I used to smile

not from inside

in spite of glory and fame of mine

 

Time went on

as if a flowing stream

along it all as usual, I went

gone was teenage,

youth passed by

years in golden sorrow I spent

 

Now, in old age’s boots

and responsibilities fulfilled

I finally found my heart’s need

that happiness to find

which used to be mine

I perform a very necessary deed

 

I picked that pen

waiting for me

still in the shade of banyan tree

and closed my eyes

to search my mind

for that lost poet inside me.

Author's Note

It is one of my favorite pieces.... I have to say... grammatically..... It is very bad. Spellings are horrid. But Somehow... I like its flow and theme and thus think it's good enough to share.

Reviews

[bill]

bill A good start, Bold, but as you point out, it could stand some polishing. Bad spelling and grammar will distract most readers and break their chain of thought so that they'll have to go back over a line or two to get back into the flow of what you're wanting them to take from the poem. I know you feel deeply about your message, but you may be making the forest hard to see because of the trees. Your message is ambitious, and I would recommend that you find a thing to tie the stages of life together -- a word or tree -- something that is repeated to tie the child to the oldtimer.

[The Scholar]

Very good, beautiful story. Of course, as you mentioned, the grammar could use some polishing, but the poem itself was brilliant. You have a gift, my friend!

[Reeti]

the simplicity of the vernacular choices does not, in any respect, lower the quality of your poem. every author takes up their own style of writing. It has been eloquently written, illuminating some of the personal happiness being felt from picking up the pen and letting the repertoire flow on the paper. It strikes the readers of appreciating of what we have before it's gone. i am glad there's no anti-climax at the end (which i dread of when finishing most writing contents). there is a positive ending to your verse which readers can be pleased with.

[Cassie Fraga]

and the lost poet was found!! AWESOME WORD PLAY AND FLOW!!
**tips my lyrical wand to you**

[Me]

Wonderful write

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The telling of an unfolding sotry really lights the way for those reading, well done good read.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Yes the morale of the piece is exquisite.

[Shoeb Karim]

Simple And Beautiful
"think it's good enough to share"