ENOUGH OF THIS SICKNESS

Hardly one or two clicked

But happy to see my poems being ticked

And if ever a comment was seen posted

Felt as if in honour I was being toasted

Slowly I let my tentacles free

Crawled into other forums to see

Had no idea as to what should I do

Just posted not knowing who is who

With the passage of time my observation played

And a memory sharp which with me ever stayed

I used to think no harm in continuing

I did not come here to prove anything

Went nonstop writing in all forums I joined

What worse could happen than being out of outlined

Told myself, you are a great poet to ponder

All great poets after their deaths did wonders

At times my wicked self wanted to tease

Wanted my poems to be a torture for readers to see

The poems which I thought would bore them surely

Started winning awards one by one slowly

The ones I loved then and did never borne fruits

Now those poems bring laurels in the form of a duet

I know how to make every poem a winner

For this observation, I can’t be called a sinner

I can read many a thoughts and I know how to throw a dice

Even the time of posting poems , your winning decides

Very rarely a good poem shows the results same

My poems are going through a permutation and combination game

My instincts never wrong and my mathematics strong

I now, am a poetess, who is read and well gets along

My moderate words and my musical mind

Sets lines in proper sequence for others to find

I am no poet , it is all his new game

I am being taught, everywhere it is same

With him I do move, through him I do learn

The more that I learn, the less I do yearn

Please forgive me for the little I uttered

Many have clearly in between the lines read

My poems are, not a give and take business

Please read beyond lines, enough of this sickness.

©sunita grover raina2022

27/06/22

India

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