Gratitude –the noblest of emotions springs up from the core of heart sometimes expressed instantly Through palpable signs A grateful smile A warm hand shake Or a ‘Thank you ‘ note that says it all BUT Often too shy or proud for words or gesture fails to express itself at the moment . whatever the way the truth remains that the feeling itself creates a state of bliss Invisible but soothing as the summer breeze A two fold blessing it blesses the benefactor as well as the recipient ! .
I have been a teacher for about four decades ,but even more than that , a student and learner all along --literature being my favourite subject with special love for poetry , a trait I seem to have inherited from my father,who was a very good poet ,it was he that instilled in me a deep love for poetry early in childhood . Starting as a science student ,I shifted to literature after graduation and and worked on Emily Dickinson's poetry for Doctoral degree. I don't claim to be a poet ,but do admit my inherent love for poetic utterances as and when I find them and sometimes feel inspired to give vent to my own emotions in words that seem to convey them .Honestly it happens quite effortlessly and also leaves me with an immense satisfaction .If it can be termed poetry ,all the more rewarding. .
Wanted to pay, Debts of gratitude. There was a call from evergreens, He was not ready to go. Standing in pit of snakes, He was preparing himself for a random fang. Throat like a blue-bird, Waiting for a song. The
Has anyone told you? You make them smile? A little jesting And a crappy day becomes worthwhile… Has anyone told you? Your hugs are like glue They stick back the pieces Broken into two… Have you ever been told? The