A Poem's Like An Uncut Gem Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Welled up from deep, words make a poem
That soon forges her own emblem.
An ever changing dame,
Never is she the same,
Like a river whereso she came,
Keeps changing all along her frame,
Never same as was sent,
Gaining and getting spent,
But ye cannot her blame,
Nor yet ever her tame;
Much like a letter once posted,
Poets tend to lose poem's thread,
Like a much chiselled gem,
She changes, keeps still her emblem.
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Musings |04.04.18 |