Poet’s Dilemma

Poets Dilemma long poem

Uploaded by Ramapriya Nr

In the comfort of my room
I sit and scribble all the
sundry and sometimes
seriously on varieties of topic

I build my own world of poetry
and assume I am the master of
philosophy of life and have solution
to all the evils dodging the society

My life revolves round poetry and the
encouraging feedback acts as Tonic

When writing becomes monotonous I step out
of my dreamy world and step into the real world

I find life quite different from what I visualise
I feel hard to overcome even the minutest of hurdles
I feel Uneasy about the uncertainties of old age
I get irritated for no specific reason
I find money so hard to earn
I fear for the worst
I try to find an escape route to get rid of the miseries
I just rush into my room and lock it from inside
I now take a deep breath and sit quietly for some time
My fingers start moving over the keyboard of my laptop
I get back into fantasy world of poetry
Now life looks so cheerful and light
I realise a poet can Live and breath as long as he scribbles
The moment scribbling stops,he is sure to breath his last

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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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