Slouching beside my parents
A shabby shriveled bloke
Wrapped himself in a rug worn
Laden with a bulky bag torn
Unfolding his bulky carryall
‘Showcasing’ couple of his works
Animated with the literary styles
And so musical with the themes!
Jibes from the parents & verbose he became
Coaxing them, with the recitals repeat
And so bared the similes, couplets & metaphors
Wide eyes wrestling with the prospective buyers
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Though decades and decades passed, while
Posting my poems on poetry site
Requesting attention of members agog, occasionally
Reflecting somewhere deep inside
The faded picture of that shabby bookseller,
His jaunty rhymes, imploring eyes & that unrewarded return
Rich reflection is a refreshing river. Well done my friend.
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The poem begins so beautifully and with your unique narrative style, you portray a piece of art through the poem. But the best part is the ending where the reflection comes in. Not to forget the superb imagery. Really a perfect one for me.
Great piece of work. Keep it up and let us learn from you as well. Thank you. E.K.L.
it sounds as though your telling a story while still keeping it poetic and that your reflecting either on yourself or soeone around you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i absolutely love the way you told a story in this poem. in my opinion, it seems as though you have a sort of 'old english' story-telling flare. i find that as i read this, i sort of escaped reality, which i think is essential for telling a good story.