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AN AMATEUR POET: AN AMATEUR ROUTINE



A pen in hand, a sheet on desk

Multiple ideas sprinting in head

What can be soul stirring?

What is as yet unsaid?

Sundry poetic words like beads

And do they harmonize - oh yes!

If only I could tie ’em together

Alas! I possess no splendid thread

Scrounging for secondary substitutes

Nonetheless, the intellect remains unfed

“I give up prose & poetry!” exhaustedly said

Another crack of dawn and I sit back at the desk

Thus I stick to following, 

The path I customarily tread.


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