A Dish Dished Out, Seldom Tried

Let me publish a book, I thought, And soon His divine blessings sought. Bless me God that it’s received well, And in markets makes a marked spell. Forget it, my innocent child, He said, desist from dreaming wild. If put on poetry sites’ stead, Be content if some do get read. You know, e’en I’ve been a failure— A slight till today I endure. See, I've been writing scores of fates, Have ye seen one that appreciates? I once wrote a mega poem— My greatest spiritual emblem, Gita, put on a pedestal, Talked ‘bout, but who reads if at all? As part of a greatest epic, I thought it might easily click! So, perish such a thought dear child, Be cool, they’re safely isled and filed. ___________________________________ Tongue-in-cheek |13.09.2019| Topic: humour, god, fate, poem Aniruddha Pathak Thursday, April 9, 2020