desire to write
is over-whelming,
but
subjects fleeting,
will it be on sainthood,
on Mother Teresa,
will it be on rain, rain
and romance in rains,
or will it be on friendship,
on daily life,
on love, on beloved's
fickleness or remembering
her cherry-red lips,
subjects catching,
but words bobbing up
are not upto mark,
one says enough
simply hang up,
the other saystarry on,
inspiration is on the way,
it will just hit you
like a hurricane
and you will write
mother of all poems,
i wait, iwait, i wait;
mother or father,
nobody from the family
is knocking now.
..a t p
04.07.2007.
Aasiq, Well said, well crafted but remember, you don't chose the situation, the situation chooses you. The situation uses you as a mouth piece.
be more alert...the knock is too soft and gentle to be heard...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Instead of A Comment... I take you to My 'Writer's Feel' Yes... an inspiration from this.