I am not here to make a difference.
Instead, I would sum it up for you
So that it is easy to tread
Knowing what I went through.
Friday, November 13, 2009
In the end
Like an old clock he has seen many times His youth had enough of those resonant chimes Now he is a heavy book on a wobbly lectern Important but unread he is a dusting classic The end, he knows, is tragic.
As an Old friend, I have seen many of his poems, His peotry had enough of those resonant rhymes,
Now he has a heavy look, on his wobbled past mysterious and unexplained, riding away from his dusted logics, The Start, he knows, to be a perfect psychic.
8 comments:
Thanks for reminding us of a good habit.
@BP
The only good habit I must have reminded is acknowledgment of lifting off titles. Is there anything else?
As an Old friend,
I have seen many of his poems,
His peotry had enough
of those resonant rhymes,
Now he has a heavy look,
on his wobbled past
mysterious and unexplained,
riding away from his dusted logics,
The Start, he knows,
to be a perfect psychic.
nice...why is the end tragic though? he should just chill
Interesting, he must be.. (and my kind!)
I thought your poem was about a personal diary. May be I didn't get your poem. Sorry.
@Raash
Thanks for your poem.
@Aditya
The end is always tragic. Though looks why, when and for what from here. It is tragic.
@Aria
Yes, he is interesting !
@BP
Praveen, that was a nice interpretation that you gave much better than the forgotten old man that I talked about in the piece. Thanks for that!
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