Saturday, November 06, 2004

The Story of a Poem

I could see the paper snoring
And my poem beginning to yawn.
As I thought, thought and thought
But the start never came on.

"Essay", i finally broke the silence
"No way", declared the pen.
"Essay", justified my paper
"Are only for serious men."

After a long while I asked,
"How about a joke or two?"
Giggling at me the paper said
"Sense of humour, and you?"

This time I said with conviction
"A story wont be that bad."
"Oh no!" sighed the paper
Even the pen wasnt too glad.

"Lets jot down a poem"
They looked at me in glee.
I had no other option left
But to write what you can see.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT:
I am very much thankful to my dear friend Sunny babe, who is my constant source of inspiration for writing poems. One needs a very hard and forceful push to do these types of 'non-economical' and 'time-consuming' craps for which i owe him a lot. I am also grateful to my wingmates whose bitter criticisms on my non-poetic sense posed me this challenge and i find myself getting into it by starting this kind of useless thing.
I gives me immense pleasure on the release of my first poem which was kept in the draft mode for more than two weeks. Hope there would be at least one person in this whole world who ll like to read my poems. And thats my best friend MAsh.

Asheesh Maharana
Dated: Friday, 5th Nov

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