People and events have triggered my emotions which expressed themselves in poetic form, not in any regular formal tradition more as an expression of ideas or feelings. The pattern of the poems came from the sound of the words in my mind not from any formal poetic arrangement. Ged

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Daydreamer


Daydreamer sits
  And stares
   For active life he has no cares.
   “It’s my lot”

Day schemer shuns
  Affairs
   Even when he grudgingly compares.
    “It’s my lot”

Daydreamer resents
    His hand.
    “Why me?” he can’t understand.
    “It’s my lot”

Day schemer plots
His birth
A new utopia on this earth.
“It’s my lot”

Day dreamer
Builds his city
 His own! mores the pity.
 “It’s my lot”

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