My Writing

My Writing short poem

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I wanted to write something
But my brain refused to spare anything
I got agitated and start searching
some others’ brain for lending
I did get a brain dead man who was sleeping
but found him to be still breathing
I realized that his brain was not functioning
and I decided come what may I will make a beginning
and in due course I completed my scribbling
I made a brave attempt to start reading
I became ecstatic and started laughing
Without my knowledge my brain started reacting
Suddenly I started dancing
next moment I was weeping
before I came to my senses Doctors in Nimhans were treating
Thus ended the saga of my much pampered writing.

Poet’s Note:
I have made an attempt to write a hilarious rhythmic poem on the plight of a writer who wants to write something at any cost and see ultimately what happens to him.

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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Savi Mani

Nice short hillarious poem, the heart of the poet at any cost, wants to write a poem, the brain refuses to reciprocate but the heart has its own way…but when the also acts in unison the poet starts laughing and weeping in sheer ecstasy…..nice poem….enjoyed it

Viswas Menon

nice poem …well scripted …keep it up

ammu sachariah

Beautiful poem.


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