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Bringing Out My Book
AI (24.10.1960 / Bangalore)

Bringing Out My Book

to humility that's prime

I've been on the tough job for quite some time now
It's not run of the mill but knowing just how
The kickstart no fun as I find just a wall
I know things will work out for someone will call

My friends here on this site so helpful I find
Their tips and solutions that warm up my mind
The warmth and the joy spurts they willingly share
Shows really their strength and how dearly they care

I call up an office to know how things work
I'm told by some stern tone a thought that now lurks
That people now dont read what's doled out in rhyme
For needless to say that they dont have the time

I try out in frenzy one place aft another
The same thought in variance though I least bother
In time I shall surely some opening just find
Till then I shall keep safely my precious sure mind

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Comments (1)

Real poetry is dying out Arya. No meter or rhyme blankets. Its ghost only walks these days. And walks free undressed