(1-7-1959 / india)

Cooking Rhymes

Poetry is like cooking,
If you hurry it up,
On too high a flame,
The contents get burned,
They lose their worth,
And no one will come,
A looking.

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Comments (4)

An agitated cathartic heart on disunity, mismanagement e.t.c...the reader can feel the call for a solution too....excellent 10++++++++++++
true...but do we hav a choice? ...fed up with this quota system....very nice poem...well written....
That's true and terrifying reality for us. Cheers. Subroto
Sir, We are in bad need of poems like this and poets like you. Courageous! with regards, sathya narayana