ramesh rai

(13.12.1955 / howrah)

Pen and Penny


O' dear friend Poet!
you have always a pen in hand
but your pocket is penniless

No matter!
your heart is so rich
that can yearn so many penny
keep writing
keep your imagination
going on
day will come
you will get jewel
in imagination
that cost can not be paid
by this world

You must know
poetry is the mother
of all branches

Poetry yields money
money can never yield poetry

Keep it up
My friend!

Submitted: Thursday, July 04, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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  • Elena Sandu (7/24/2013 10:52:00 PM)

    True! Empty pockets empty purse, if time and will, please find it on my page.
    Imagination is a treasure that cannot be bought, not even taught. Yet many of us would not mind to sell some of our poems, not for the sake of money but for a loaf of bread... (Report) Reply

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