Song of Poem


Dust settled with raindrops.

Delightful smile, a gift from raindrops.

Pen, paper and brewing cup of coffee

I glance by the shelf.

A perfect mood to pen my poem.

Like a dead clock, the nib somberly silent

Blank page with no line or dot.

 

The poem proclaimed: I am on strike.

Are my emotions a fool’s paradise?

You conspire to inspire lovers of verse

Unfair world you needle with fair words.

Deceit you knit with silken threads.

Insipid canvas you color with rhyme.

I am the uneven beads threaded into a string.

 

Revered with likes, shares and reposts

Departed and recharged as a new post.

I spin in circles of your fortune wheel.

Goodbye! Till I am back from strike.

 

 

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