Everyone must have dreamt about being recognized at least once, if not more. I am not immune to that too.
I am sure
in my head
in the night,
I had it all
the poetry for
the ages,
the one that
would fetch me
the coveted prize,
the recognition
that I seek.
alas, I woke up,
why, oh why,
the brain
does not auto save,
but has a delete button.
who to blame,
need a scapegoat soon,
before start blaming myself.
must have digressed
by our discussion,
when your call came.
ah, feel relieved,
it’s not my memory
that failed,
just a simple lapse
of concentration.
or is it?
am I sure,
not a pipe dream,or
just an extension
of my hidden ambition?
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Author: pranabaxom
Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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