You talk to me too much-
From hell and heaven to cricket match.
Still I find you a squib damp dump.
The gray matter remains nimble numb.
Poet to poet, poetry to poetry
You praise and praise.
Fragile domestic docile humble gullible-
No question learn to raise.
Neither spark nor sharp dole out dull
Delight dashed whether you push or pull.
if i may say, this poem is a taunt....n a very good one at that
Tweet -tweet! Yes some people speak too much but in the end we need to search for the meaning. But however, it is natural that we speak lot and read lot which is a truth! However, I see it from other angle, I feel this poem is biographical in nature as it mentions i read poet to poet, poetry to poetry. I think our loveable poet is analyzing with reasoning power! I strongly feel the same in this age of dark we lack spark in our bark which is truth stark; as said by the poet let me hark. I congratulate my fellow countryman from Indian park for write this poem! 100/100 marks! Keep going, keep writing, keep flying! Kudos!
really some people talk very stupid way, even the triffling thing get their praise and admiration. they do not know the other way of things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have gone through yours, would you like to read mine. “ the idea of an idea’