My World

I am a little soul from the land of Mahabharatha. Sometimes, I feel like Kunti, the Mother of Pancha Pandhav. Often I would feel the torment of Draupadi in the hand of Dushashanas. I like to go back and see with my own eyes an era that had given us a storyline...My World..

Thursday, May 11, 2006

WRITE A POEM

I had been sitting here for an hour; my neck is stiff with pain
I am trying with all my might but in vain.

My forehead is creased in concentration
My teeth are pressed together in frustration.

I am so tired you could knock me down with a feather
Try as I might I cannot string two words together.

What’s the magic trick I wonder?
I sit chewing my pen and ponder.

The words don’t seem to come to my mind
There is not a single rhyme that I can find.

Can you help me so that I can show themThat I know how to write a poem?

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