When I get an idea
Live and rise with it
In a pensive mood
Flow of poetry is like
Turbulent sea waves
Reaching the shore
I then commence
To express the same
My voice echoes
Like a resonating shell
None is there to hear
As the world is deaf
All of those composed
Safely preserved and stored
As memorable* thoughts
No disappointment, or despair
And I continue to write
To wait and finally fade
History ought to realize
Some day indeed, during
Its literary excavations
Value of those thoughts
And I am bound to figure
As a poet of the past
*Thanks to Boloji.com for storing all my thoughts...
Thank You Very much!! Just keep writing - posting - waiting to see the verse published - share it with some dear ones by sending the links...in reality...though we know all those verses composed are of immense value and an outcome of our experiences....embedded and trapped in short verse...the response yet times would be disappointing...for want of a greater response and recognition...this verse was the result... Waiting for that day....
sivamadhaviyam 28-Mar-2012 00:55 AM
excellent!! loved these lines- "History ought to realize Some day indeed, during Its literary excavations Value of those thoughts And I am bound to figure As a poet of the past"
