Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
Your little musing quill,
Does make music and song,
I can hear the voices so shrill,
Each moment of waiting seems so long.
Often as I finish reading,
What your muse has had to say,
I end up waiting and longing,
To see if the imp has had her way.
Ink splashing, ever so sweetly,
A dash of colour, sprucing a flower,
Come spring, come winter, looks so lovely,
Rainbow even with pots of gold, seems all the more lower..
Poppie sure sounds quite correct,
Singing with spread thought,
Forgive me for being so direct,
Please let there be forever be ink in her pot...
before I keep on with this, as I sometimes tend to go overboard, let me say, what wonderful work, I have seen here. For the minimal no. of days here, I am impressed to the hilt. So many wonderful poets here, ready to share what they feel. I am blessed to be here and am enjoying it...
Marge, once again this is terrific work, and I should say it again that I am forever waiting to read more work from you....
In any moment of decision,
The best thing you can do is the right thing,
The next-best thing is the wrong thing,
And the worst thing you can do is nothing.
- Theodore Roosevelt
[This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 05-08-2000).]