Somanathan Iyer


It Happens - Poem by Somanathan Iyer

unused for a long
tools become rigid
unsold for a long
things lose base value
unhealed for a long
wounds rot body parts
unhappy for a long
mind enters depression
untraveled for a long
road remains untraversable
unheard for a long
an event becomes obsolete
unmarried for a long
a person finds no takers
unused for a long
talent nap in concealment


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  • Gold Star - 27,387 Points Akhtar Jawad (8/26/2014 9:35:00 AM)

    A nice poem with a lovely ideas. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 24, 2014



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