Reality Of A Poet

Reality Of A Poet long poem

Uploaded by Ramapriya Nr

With full zoom to start day afresh
I occupied my revolving chair
in front of the computer screen
and switched on the Internet to begin
yet another day of oozing out random thoughts
that have accumulated in my mind over night
into the hard disk of my computer

With the thought I can gift another poem to the
delight of my contacts who I imagine are looking out
for my daily dose of recipes, with bated breath
I spread my fingers over the innumerable
letters fixed on the keyboard and started pressing
relevant letters on instructions from my brain.

As the thoughts unfolding into exciting words
I majestically and proudly was looking at those
wonderful rhythmic Shakespearean like words appearing
on the screen and felt proud I have been gifted with
magic fingers to generate choicest words and sentence
to the delight of my readers and felt on top of the world
for me being a poet wizard who can create wonders
in the poetic world

With my fingers moving at jet speed to the receipts of
wonderful thoughts communicated from my brain, I had
sensed a sudden jerk in my hand and the speed of the movement of
fingers drastically reduced and I was feeling restless and
felt imbalance and reeling of my head.

I was frantic to restore the composure and was not ready to sacrifice
the adulation and attention I was receiving from my ardent readers but
all my efforts were in vain and with my finger resting on the key Q ,
I gradually bend my head and rested on the key board while the most
unexpected and unwanted word I QUIT getting displayed on the screen

In one stroke God executed his plans while my plans got abruptly derailed
and unfolded.

I got up from my bed to the resounding sound of Alarm and for a moment
I was shell shocked to see myself alive but gradually composed and realised
it was a bad dream

But I have now realised God sent me this message to warn me not to feel
egoistic and proud but to be humble and thankful to those who have encouraged
me and that I am only a puppet penning what he wants me to write

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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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