I wrote a little poem last night
Scripted with love, hugs and affection
Yet the one for whom I wrote
It seems to have hardly caught her attention
It is not just that I wrote it, but
Called her to say I wrote a poem dear
To wipe away your tension and worries
To wipe away your current fear
I wrote it for my little one
From whom for two years I stayed apart
I wrote it not with thoughts or rhyme
But from love, oozing from the heart
Yet to plunge me in deep despair
And for reasons for me yet unknown
To read she found no reason or time
Leaving me sad, faraway, alone
Perhaps the words I scribbled with love
Were not of any poetic kind
Or in reading them, for her any good
She thought, she will never find
Or is it in her busy world
Where things to do are many more
Those dry words were lost somewhere
For in it she found no thrills in store
But care I not whether people read
I will continue to write when I feel
Poetry for me is life's corner store
Where nuggets of peace I can daily steal
But care I not whether people read I will continue to write what I feel Poetry for me is life, s corner store Where nuggets of peace I can daily steal. Hats off. That's the spirit! Wonderful poem depicting change in values due to generation gap. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Thank You sir.. for your appreciation.Yes, I intend to go on.: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful drop.Enjoyed the word flow.Thanks for sharing
Thanks Jaishree for your feedback. You are a great poet yourself. Love reading your poems.