They are throwing Poetry

Poetry flowing,

In the poetry seminar,

In a calm poetic morning.

They are many...

Kokila Wadekar, Edmund Murray, Begum Hazeena…

With emotion and elation.

‘Are you ready man?

Then we will attack with our stuff

It’s an enchanting spider web,

Once in, you will get intoxicated’ said they.

‘Thanks poets! I’ll be back in five minutes

Let me have  a cup of……

 

I started my car,

‘Where you honey?’ my friend on the phone

‘They threw poetry at me’ I said.

‘Arre yaar...Don’t be scared. Come!

I’m going to give you a close hug’ said she.

 

Had a nice tea,

Children playing behind,

‘Sweetest image’ I thought

Better than their magic web.

Hm! Their poetry!..Rubbish!

Don’t let man go wild,

Either he will chase you with a gun,

Or throw poetry at you. I laughed

And started my car with whistling headphones.

 

 

 

 

Feeling guilty.

Huge volumes are written,

Melodious thoughts are versified,

Great definitions are made,

Having energy within, with pang and hope

But lost their energy when passed to reader

I thought with silent sigh and went for the hug.

 

 

 

                               From my diary “Mumbai Sketches”

                               Dedicated to J

 

 

 

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Reviews

[M.A.Rathore]

Wow! Superbly you have depicted the real pang of poets' inner sorrow and conflict. The way you express your views in a vivid style is different ..I like your poetic words ..

Better than their magic web.
Hm! Their poetry!..Rubbish!
Don’t let man go wild,
Either he will chase you with a gun,
Or throw poetry at you. I laughed
And started my car with whistling headphones.




Feeling guilty.
Huge volumes are written,
Melodious thoughts are versified,
Great definitions are made,
Having energy within, with pang and hope
But lost their energy when passed to reader
I thought with silent sigh and went for the hug.


Keep writing ...
Have a nice day!