It always happens
Some of the ideas misses even
Not by default
But by not strongly built
Many ideas cross over mind
They must be immediately placed
In its place and stored
Else it may soon vapor
I found many times
Same situation sometimes
But I may note down title and forget
So next day those ideas are brought out
It so happens
They are not remembered even
When you try to recollect
With pen in hand and start
Remember it was treasure
Once missed means gone for ever
That piece is lost and not to strike again
It will be hidden treasure and may remain
It is personal experience
Keep no thought for tomorrow by chance
It will never occur to find in poem’s form
It must be made finally as poem
Lucette Bailliet likes this. Lucette Bailliet Totally agree wit you there! 23 minutes ago via mobile · Unlike · 1
Ruby BLess than a minute ago very good poem, some of your english needs a little work though
a poet`s realization............. PARTHA SARATHI PAULLess than a minute ago great ever, sir. Comment +1 brilliant
a poet`s realization............. PARTHA SARATHI PAULLess than a minute ago great ever, sir. Comment +1 brilliant
Scott Ransopher and Lucette Bailliet like this. Hasmukh Mehta welcome a few seconds ago · Unlike · 1
Ruby BLess than a minute ago very good poem, some of your english needs a little work though
GEURRU I thought I was the only one experiencing what you just described; at least I know there are two of us now. Anymore else?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It always happens Some of the ideas misses even Not by default