Poet In Exile Poem by Seema Jayaraman
Poet In Exile
Miserable, wallowing in self pity
I while my few moments of silence
Watching the city lights whisk by
Marvelling at the pangs, reclined
want of a pen, some paper
Or the more familiar keboard
All for the paucity self defined
A twenty four hour day bound
Eighteen waking hours unwind
Chasing life's wants and demands
Six hours to sleep consigned
The writer inside, in exile
Living a life of self denial
Helpless stands by, watching
Tides of thoughts ebb and flow
Erased the faint scrawls
Scratched on sands of mind
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Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai,17Nov15
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4/26/2024 1:14:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
re-fueling eh, luv.. come back soon.......................
Yes Wes, most of my muse is while commuting, and as these words ebb and flow and fade I watch helplessly wanting a pen or a keyboard to quickly capture..happy you enjoyed.