Today I Thought I Won’t Write A Poem

Today I thought it’s a day of leisure
Let me go through all my friend’s treasure
Today I will not write any poem
Today I will read all others creations
The lovely poems, sonnets and songs
Some ode, some heart warming
Some heart wrenching, wondering where in life they went wrong
From young kids of thirteen and fifteen
To those who crossed seventy yet seventeen
Each poem, each creation reflected
That deep within everyone is affected
The best poems are those which come from within the heart
That is why it reaches from one heart to another
Today I thought I won’t write a poem
And oh I have already written one

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Laya Sarath
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Of course anything and everything is poetry for poets..even if you stop thinking to quit poetry, that too comes out as poetry 🙂 LOved it savi..

Ramapriya Nr
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Savi ji,
you should know you are not a writer. you are a poet. so what ever you write turns out t o be poem. very well scripted poem

asoke kumar mitra
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ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. what a good idea……….what a good write……..so new style…..I enjoyed in my silence…….
feelings are golden……….

Viswas Menon
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Like it….its an interesting way of writing and an example of how not to write a poem and yet write a poem….impressive ….liked your sudden realization at the end that you have written a poem…

J.rid
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Oh I liked how you did not write a poem!!! yes it is true in a poem from the heart bleeds out all things, cleanses the soul some would say, also gives enjoyment to many. What more should a poem do?
Good one.

ammu sachariah
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If you did not write a poem , what will be our condition ? so don’t disappoint us. Let us read and enjoy.

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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I really loved the unexpected finishing touch……..

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