It Happens Poem by Somanathan Iyer

It Happens

Rating: 5.0


unused for a long
tools become rigid
unsold for a long
things lose base value
unhealed for a long
wounds rot body parts
unhappy for a long
mind enters depression
untraveled for a long
road remains untraversable
unheard for a long
an event becomes obsolete
unmarried for a long
a person finds no takers
unused for a long
talent nap in concealment

Sunday, August 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: natural
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akhtar Jawad 26 August 2014

A nice poem with a lovely ideas.

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success