R S Prasanna

Spam that tries to be literature.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Speechless

I'm a wordless poet of lore
You've never heard of before

I am a pitiable wannabe
Ready to steal
But not skilled even at that

You see when I hear him
Display his skill
Of words that play at his whim,
I only watch on, wordless again,
As tears rise and fill to the brim

Heart ache of love
No match for this now
The love of a wordless poet

The poet of lore
You've never heard of before
Shall try again tonight to write
Sit down and give his all to the fight
He's been raging every painful night

So don't mind the wail
If you hear through your veil
Of a wordless poet of lore
You've heard him of course
Every single night before.

Only you thought it was the streetside beggar
Going to bed without food

But now you know
'tis something even worse

A poet in bed
Without words.

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