I won’t go for a proper by-the-books write-up until I’m certain I’ve gained some ground here.
And to think I was mouldering away all these days reading only what little my Facebook ‘page-follows’ coughed up.
My blog hasn’t had a proper ‘hit‘ yet- or that’s what my counter would have me believe.
But everything that gets done in this world gets done by hope(that was the Dalai Lama,if you’re interested) and hence I can’t let this disappointment of mine to last for long(that’s
hope for you folks-hurrah for the Blue Lantern Corps!).
Instead,I fell on to my old notebook for a suitable write-up.
What I found,however,was poetry.
Or the pale imitation of it that I manage to set down on paper at some rare moment.
What I found is the following
(Ties in quite well with the fact that this is a blog post,doesn’t it?):
As showers upon the critic
Blessings of pointedness and grudge
When he declares by a smudge
By the cross of a tick
Thy verses worth
Taken from thy hands at birth
Plunged into the corners where lurked
The castaways,unlooked for-unmarked
Knowing that a strike or a gash
May change thy fate within a flash
Go not unlooked for,unasked
For those fetters for which thou searched
Keepest them on steady vow
On holy spirit as well as cow
Fetter not yourself to the other
Leave thy roam and never come hither.