ROCHISH MON

(4-11-00 / INDIA)

ALL THE WHILE


While an unwritten poem
Greets me,
While to-be-blown zephyr
Meets me,
While unheard music
Invites me,
While the unseen world
Incites me,
While an invisible fortune
Promotes me,
While an imperceptible power
Prompts me,

I have started moving on
Just like a move, that is on

As a poet, I am in my own style
I relish and cherish all the while!

Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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  • Roseann Shawiak (10/23/2013 2:54:00 AM)

    Really enjoyed this poem. Especially the Line: As a poet, I am in my own style I relish and cherish all the while.
    Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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