by adhip ghosh
I know of an old man who wrote a lot
To grasp any thing that struck him , he fought ;
At first seldom one cared to write on him ,
As if all that he wrote had little theme .
Shocked , the man even swore never to write ,
Unless he is written on , grave or trite ;
Actually , he wanted a feedback ,
But yet save one or two , none wrote - Alack !
But when Comment Alerts ' gan to pour in ,
I felt that he had atlast found an inn ,
Where he could rest awhile to rest his pen ,
Before it jerks up to clutch and in pain ,
Life that' s a passing - show in bliss and teen ,
Life that 's there above petty loss or gain .
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- January 17, 2009 6:47 pm
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