10/10 Poem by Nikunj Sharma
10/10
A crumpled paper lies in the waste bin
Words fading on to itself.Waits
to be swept away, as the night
fades to make way for the rising sun.
The headlines demand attention;
The pictures hold a meaning.
I eagerly open the folded layers;
to read through the fresh newspaper.
Someone up there is busy drafting a
question paper, I need to pass with
flying colors, Each moment is
the bridge between waste bin and pen.
On answer sheet as I carefully record
my answers with the ink of sweat, belief
becomes the pen, Examiner smiles
and gives me ten out of ten.
14th December 2009
Awesome! Demands, struggles, challenges, all are very hard sometimes. This poem tells of the work and the feeling involved. Nice description of the whole deal. I love the ending too! Debbie
I agree wit Hon'ble Poet Indira-ji...waste sometime The Best...good one..tenner..Regards...~ niv PS Please comment on 'Pean' n
Sometimes it so happens that waste in the waste bin can not be simply wasted....nice poem 10/10
You are right Nik it is the struggle that makes the reward so sweet.10 for 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 9:31:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nice write, Nikunj... smart one...and expressed hard work and its fruit makes me remember my college days...reaching the expectations of teachers..whew! this is a great write...10/10...perfect Lovelots, Maia