A reader's woes :|
It’s not seldom
That I look at poems
Cryptic, compact
Every line I combat.
With arched eyebrows,
One at a time
I look from left
Then from right
Despite all wrinkles on my forehead
It makes no sense
It’s jargon; yes it’s jargon, I declare!
And overlook the piece…
And then when I see
Praises being showered
On the same piece of ‘jargon’
I decide to make an effort again.
Once, twice…
Gosh! Why doesn’t it click?
I’m a moron; yes I’m a moron
I can’t see the splendour!
Overwhelmed with self-pity
I’m about to give up the fight
But one last effort
Before I accept defeat.
I gaze n gaze n gaze
And hunt for hidden meanings
In between the lines...
Bingo!
All of a sudden I’m enlightened!
Now I could decipher the
The implied love n pain
The apathy n grandeur…
Why couldn’t I relate earlier?
Why did those emotions elude earlier?
Another spark of enlightenment…
As if a divine intervention!
Sensitivity lies within me,
Feelings are within me,
Written words just echo them
But the poet is me!
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