What Is In a Name?

What Is In a Name? short poem

What’s there in a name?
Oh, nothing at all-said He.
Would you love me then, if any other name was Me?
Oh, yeah…yeah…sure.
I met a tramp the other day, at the end of the road.
A small bit of paper, the broken end of a pencil-he could afford.
I looked into the scrap, expecting a shred of trash!

The words were so beautifully woven-my expectations did completely crash.
The handwriting, though, was a confusing clutter.
I am in awe of that vagabond, ‘the tramp out of the gutter’
Would you respect him then, like you pay to the celebrated authors?
Oh, Leave it…Let us go! We’re getting late.
What’s there in a Name? I asked again.
Oh, nothing at all-said He.

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I am student and my passions are ever directed towards the literary front. I love rhymes and do not love them,too! I want people to derive joy from all kinds of rhymes as well as free verse... hence, I write in both... Hope you'll enjoy these pieces of absurdities!
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Swathi Rao


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Another beautiful poem. Reminds of the next few lines after ‘what’s in a name’ of (by) Shakespeare.
“Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.” – Romeo and Juliet ..(Act 2, Scene 2.). Beautifully explores the highs and lows of the name of name.

Simranjit Singh

interesting verse .


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