Wake up!
I am tired of your witticisms
Annoyed by your criticisms
Fed up with your constant nit picking
Angry with your persistent heckling
Have you no heart or feelings
Are you made of stone or iron filings
Does the rain just bounce off you
Are you not calmed by the morning dew
Is the warm sunshine lost on you
Does the cool breeze not caress you
Do not the chirping of birds delight you
Wake up ! Wake up!
Be engulfed by the beauty around you
Mahen,
ReplyDeleteThanks for that brilliant piece of poetry to cleanse the sagging spirit on a muggy morning. This is for the many thousands who visit this blog and not only for the Batch of 62. We have found our own Omar Khayyam:
“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”
Keep writing my friend
ND Amerasekera
Great piece of poetry Speedy and beautiful photo to match-
ReplyDeleteLook forward to more
Thanks Lucky and Rohini. Very good of you to read and comment. Would love to see more from both of you also.
ReplyDeleteYou must have meant ND and Rohini. Needless to say, I too am an admirer of Speedy's multiple talents.
DeleteAs ND says, many thousands visit the blog each day. With Rohini joining in and offering comments, I see that our blog is becoming interactive at last. Even more heartening is that as the blog administrator, I am so pleased that more and more colleagues have started contributing.
Lucky
My sincere apologies ND! Of course I meant you in my comment. Thanks for pointing this out Lucky (ever vigilant Blog Admin!)
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