A Sixth Ton

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I stood half way with so much satisfaction New scales were reached to generate lot of excitation How could one ordinary man achieve poetry feet? Was it not a simple occasion to wait and greet? It has become routine now to count in numbers It brought me to required level among members It may reach many more hundreds in coming days Many hurdles still there to be cleared on the way “Story teller or novice” is fixed on my name How it looks nice and beautiful when I claim? Thoughts just creep in mind and I simply rename Inter weave nicely with delicacy and frame Is it final stop or beginning of new leaf? Do I need fresh lease or an extra brief? It is process of finding new refuge The task is not difficult but very huge I may not stand to gain at first stroke It may vanish in the guise of thick smoke I shall act as an ordinary and humble The fame is momentary like water bubble I shall be lost in crowd and never regain It should not be seized with or refrain No do or die situation in the holy task Cool from outside but hot to remain in flask What if I go on writing in the natural style? Will it be stumbling block for a while? Will it find a favor with reader friends? Will it ring a death bell or bring to an end? All mixed feelings and still to fear Fine composition and smile to wear Words to be soaked in style with tears Sorrows and agony to self always bear What I could give to millions who need? Only words with deep feelings to read It shall be deemed worthy if I can feed? Best possible way to find a place and lead I am not in position to express my deepest gratitude I want to be placed at the bottom with my attitude How sky can be measured with its altitude? All are humble and can’t afford to be tough and rude I wish to stand among all having entity as poet Normal writings with ideas so specific and quiet I may find its worth in coming days at any rate Luck sometimes smile and annul the work of fate I love to b part of small globe Awakening of conscience without any probe It may lead me to a place where I should be Well wisher and friend with views to express free

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