Why have you stopped writing?
Just what is the matter pray?
Is there no fun in fighting?
Are thoughts in disarray?
How I miss the jolly exchange
Of verse and mumbo magic!
Of mystic poets within range
And yet so distantly tragic!
O’ a piece of mine soul is gone..
Will it as a whole ever return?
Why that look so worn and forlorn,
How well we sport and spurn!
Will the truth ever shine?
Before each of us departs?
Will the mystic poet be mine?
Or will it all be a game of darts?
Like Shakti dAsan - the energy slave;
My energies in verse I immerse
Honest, impulsive and brave
But perhaps not quite so diverse!
Perhaps I should nurse and rehearse
My many words and phrases adverse,
For, in simple attempts to converse
I fumble and tend to sound terse!
But you are so bright, and diverse,
So how can I, you gently coerce?
Now no clever repartee in reverse;
Just please recommence your verse!!
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Shakthi dAsan
