Poetry you are such an uppity friend
At your whim you appear and disappear
Like an unscheduled train lost on track
Oblivious to the angst of riders pack
But the crux of happiness I too have learned
Learning to be evenhanded with my sack
Now you are neither my enemy nor a friend.
Poetry is not one whom we can persuade to come to us at our beck and call! It is arrogant and is not bothered about our interests! However when it makes its appearance, we are so delighted! Beautiful poem, Savita! We are all children still learning when it comes to writing poems!
At whim poetry appears and become uppity friend. Neither is she your enemy nor is your friend. Poetry is motivational. This is brilliant poem you have shared is interesting.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, the queen is very arrogant but she he got wonderful power to lift your soul and all compartments of your train of imagination instantly by taking you to inaccessible zones! You don’t know when and how it well creep into your mind taking your soul to some distinct places where you are observant through a pair of blissful eyes! On the contrary, she may not come to you even if you try to force her! A great write! !