400th Mark

Completion of 400th poem was not great feat or mark Many new ideas flashed in mind and worked as spark Raising voice at roof top doesn’t make it worth while No one will share ideas or walk with you for a mile Over year and half ago I was virtually nothing Only vague ideas of verses to translate as something There was hidden fear that readers may reject Still presentation of new ideas was only object Nature was appealing when I went round Something new was in offing and always found Bird’s sweet voice and cool breeze were appealing Mind was set up on it with earnest effort for revealing It was so difficult to go in for poetic words Sought the strength and blessings from the lord World at large seemed so big and enterprising Nothing could stop me from little writing “Go to hell” or “never dare to call again” Funny comments with abusive words main I detested the weapon with its sharp edge My be I lacked enough skill or knowledge Many offered me with their kind comments Advised to stand fast and not to lament How can I be ungrateful to their advices? I had to offer gratitude and only promises Some one commented I was killing poems Had no teeth, wisdom and lacked rhythms I sincerely thanked them to improve upon To write simple poems and simply carry on New people, thoughts with old or new readers They were by no means less than leaders I was novice and had to act as learners To gain and part with is the reality for beginners I have followed simple theme and plot It may not be up to mark or falling short I may try to uphold values and ideas defend Will not stoop so below to alienate or offend How poetry does impresses up on mind? What type of lessons or new things we find? Poetry, I thought is the holiest approach among all I enjoy its fruit when sit back and recall