Love and Nature both
Tantalized me 'n told:
Write on us straight forth
Songs that are sweet and soft
Each claiming more
Deep dear to my thoughts
Perturbed I wrote
A poem praising love
Reading that, Love said
My charm here I lost!
Discarding this write
I drew a poem portrait
Glanced and Nature said,
This one no way great!
Then I composed one
With a message therein
Both came in and said
no
No good this to sing!
Making my pen freeze
And saying no forgive,
Deserting me both leave
I lose my accomplice
Reading my poem, this,
Someone console me, please!
25 04 08
i don't believe it may be they are lieing both of them..a very interesting poem...10
you need no consolation or assurance, lovely poem. no need to feel perturbed. how do I keep missing these gems, i fail to understand. I am enchanted by the smooth flow, and add it to my fav. list. 10+ Mamta
A perfect case of poet's block Kesav a fairly regular phenomenon - a lovely write and an apt title...
You have captured the feeling that anyone making an attempt to write might feel on any given day...It was lovely to read!
It’s said [mostly in corporate and art sector] ‘Job Satisfaction’ makes one petrified and phlegmatic stagnant …here we find Sr. Poet’s dissatisfaction dictum… and used Love and Nature as symbols… Poet is very wise and subtly percolated out in readers’ mind the Vedic saying CHARYAIVATI… CHARYAIVATI… CHARYAIVATI… [March on and on and on…]…Excellent PH* in PH Thanks Sir an eye-opener for me… 10++ [HF]** Ms. Nivedita UK - *[Poetic Humility] **Heart Felt
as laughter silent the pen....the minds patiently hug some thought of witlessly roar of the heart....so beautiful your poem that allures me to go beyond the mind can achieve.....thank you and GOD bless you... a 10 +++++
Perturbed poets thwart words that are eager to seek their place among thoughts that have fathomed from within the depths of meaningful purpose.
good poem with rhythmic echoes of the Introduction from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake...
i love the last line. you ended this piece perfectly.. Hugs, Meggie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like throwing darts, you can't hit the bullseye every time.