The combination of these words,
Are neither romantic nor meaningful.
Yet they find an inconspicuous place
In the pages of this book.
This poem that I begin to write
Has no particular rhyming scheme,
But as I write this third line,
I see it also lacks a theme.
A theme that I thought I would write on
Got lost in my train of thoughts,
And I could not seem to get it back
So I just kept going on.
I tried to write on life and death,
I tried to write on love.
But the only thing I could say with my words:
A poem is a poem is a poem.
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6 comments:
You pulled it through... beautifully :)
it is inconspicuous because it is neither romantic nor meaningful :P
nah... :)) you write less these days? :)
Yours sincerely
Dream Seller
hah! cute :)
I agree with Rajesh. You have managed to pull something off, which not many I assure you, can !
but it is indeed interesting poem...
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