ALL BECAUSE OF YOU “You call this poetry, you stupid girl!” In contempt utter, her lip did curl. From the ground, I picked up the shreds of my dream. In my heart, a pain extreme. With hunched shoulders, out of the room, I plodded Still standing in the principal’s chamber, I could not have afforded. Deep in the recesses of my heart, my yearnings I hid To all vestiges of poetry, a sad adieu, I bid. Yet, in the classroom, surreptitiously, I wrote Within the pages of my notebook, hiding many a poetic note. “You are no good”, said my professor father, reading what I wrote “Get a reality check girl”, he said, and I quote. But the poet inside me was not too keen to sing a requiem To a poetic yearning and a quashed dream. So in silent stealth many limericks I penned and some parodies too. The doggerel that I wrote was quite funny, but I became a poet all because of you. The dormant fire in me poetically burned At night, when on my bed I turned. Now the shy moon became a bashful bride When it sailed in view on a cloud astride. All because of you. The poet inside was into action galvanized No longer content with lying disguised No longer the poet meek Could remain quiescent at the sight of a forest beside a creek. And, believe me, it was all because of you. The rumbling crescendo of the cricket In the thicket Gave words to my poetic inclination And now in full throttle was the poetic verbalization. All because of you. Indeed, not falling to your bait was quite tough Yes, you are the villain of the piece, REJECTED STUFF Believe it or not, in congenial circumstances or adverse All because of you I have turned from verse to worse. SANTOSH BAKAYA
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 10:37:36 +0000
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