A STRUGGLING POET
A poet strugglingIs what I am
To you I bring
What everyone damn
My words are few
My thoughts so many
Everything I brew
Not worth a penny
Why try to write?
When not so bright?
It's cause all I see
In life and around
Is like a bee
Humming a sound.
It rings in my ears
So loud that's when
Shed all my fears
And start to pen.
With age like wine
My thoughts I'm told
Must get fine
But not so bold
But like the sound
Of the bee
My words confound
Are lost at sea
Thoughts un-clear,
Words confound,
From all I hear,
I'm losing ground
Never I fret
Cause you don't see
A struggling poet
Is always free
Free to write what he may,
Hope for some, for some dismay.
posted by Karthik Ashok @ 10:32 PM
2 Comments:
well thsi one comes across as a
effort just rhymes and simily :)
hey cool...keep em coming
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