“Give some respite, oh odd poet”
Said a love poet with a smile
“Discard all that pain and regret
Sufferings and ideals futile
Give your readers some amusement
Draw them close with the nature’s pull
Feed them with beauty’s enchantments
And treat them with love, fad and zeal
Know oh odd poet, that all the arts
Are to amuse but not to chisel
The connoisseurs’ delicate hearts
Allow them some thrills to revel
Be a poet-doctor who can heal
Ailing hearts with sweet sonnets
Limericks and lyrics beautiful
But not with tears, wails and shouts
Thought the odd poet, for a while
And said, ” Yes! I’m a doctor-poet
I care my patients with concern real
I strive hard to give right treatment
I quite prefer bitter truth pills
Oh love poet, as cure permanent
To aesthetic morphine to lull
My patients into a false comfort
hey this a good poem indeed sathya sir... great poet you are indeed! ! gives lot to the reader! ! ! 10+++ for this one! ! ! with love shan
Thank you for sharing this conversation with me, , very interesting and worth in its write
an inspiring write...something to think over.. i guess i have to follow this too. words of brilliant and fruitful advice very poetic appeal... thanks for sharing your wonderful advice to write poetry that can make everybody happy and be inspired 10++++++++ lovelots, maia
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I quite prefer bitter truth pills Oh love poet, as cure permanent To aesthetic morphine to lull My patients into a false comfort wow so satya does not like the placebos of the doctor poet- nice and hilarious surely a ten anjali