Where is my poetry gone? The string-less music of my mind <br />Like a caged songbird; incarceration of my soul, unkind <br />And stifling my streams of noble thoughts in an alley blind <br />And leaving me like an over-wound clock hard to unwind. <br /> <br />Poems emerge from fertile minds serene <br />Like the blooming rose with summer sheen <br />Disquieting events disturbing peace <br />Negate creative thinking and make me ill at ease <br /> <br />Every human being is a poem mostly unsung <br />A story with its fancies, foibles thinly strung <br />Into a fabric that is outworn by the onslaught of age <br />That makes illegible every page <br /> <br />Abstract and reflective ideas poets conceive <br />And nurse them into verse for the music they weave <br />Like the expectant mothers who endure in pleasure <br />The pangs of labor to own a priceless treasure <br /> <br />Happenings in the world, bad and sad <br />Stir up a brain storm and make me mad <br />The fire of anger and anguish kindles my fad <br />Of creating poems that make me glad <br /> <br />Poetry is the very breath of my life <br />That enlivens me amidst this earthly strife <br />And soothes my mind like my beloved wife <br />Selfless, caring and curing to keep me safe <br /> <br />My poems are the offspring of my inner vision <br />Undimmed by the mist of illusion <br />Unhampered by human equation <br />And illumined by the light of devotion<br /><br />Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-caged-songbird/
