Story Of A Poem

Story Of A Poem short poem

Uploaded by Arun M Sivakrishna


Old man loved poems
was no secret, that he used to tell
everyone in pomp; was
what I didn’t know.
He was all rhyme and rhythm,
a whisper now and a
bellow’s hiss, all in one and
all too soon.
The lady, but preferred stories,
long and short ones,
with or without middle or ends, while
“once upon a time”, often used to ring a bell.
Poetry is gone; mostly unread and hardly heard.
Only story remains and often cries in memory of
those verses unsaid and unread.
Thats all I have now to say, of
a book that’s half read which
no longer has an end that says
then they lived happily ever after…

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Arun M Sivakrishna

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A reluctant writer and a sunday photographer. Recently published a collection of poems "Songs Of A Solitary Tree". Writes in English and malayalam
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