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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Real poetry is dying out Arya. No meter or rhyme blankets. Its ghost only walks these days. And walks free undressed