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.
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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