Thursday, June 3, 2010

Whatever

The lonely souls beckon me at last,
I run to them, reach their fast,
I sing to them all night long,
The beautiful eternal love song
But when I am lonely,
there is no one to sing,
Even my bells don’t chime,
Ha! Such a lousy writer I have become,
Now even my poems don’t rhyme...

3 comments:

  1. Haven't you heard of blank verse?
    Good work, though.
    Also, did you mean "there" in line 2?

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  2. Oh please excuse prolific dyslexic up there. he is a sweet guy n all. but i believe poetry doesn't rest in the words and grammar, as much as in the thoughts. http://flat501.blogspot.com

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  3. @gaurav thanx a lot for the rescue and yeah i love the way you think..:).. but i kinda like every comment,. good or bad, not too sound miss two goody shoes but yeah i do .. :)..thanx anyways both of ya..:)

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