Dear students,
Recently I was invited by a group of writers in Kharagpur in their book release cum poetry session. I liked their creativity and the unending interest in poems they showed despite their age and occupation. They all seemed to be more alive and ageless for me. I appeal to you all who have this inner voice always in mute due to your TV volume to express yourself in this blog. Let your poems find their day light. Let me start a few lines to lead you to add on.
Jealousy
A glare of praise
heaped on you.
This worm in me worked hard
To fatten itself
With self defence ,
self praise,
Hungered further for ways to keep floating.
Master strokes from sinking
Which never was to be.
The cacoon in hot spot had its full
fell despite a willful fight.
Strands of clarity
Like silk
flowed
designing my days
In bright sunshine.
By R.Senthil Kumar