At the age of twenty five <br />She discovered her skill <br />Started writing poetries <br />With tremendous zeal. <br /> <br />Her pen ran throughout <br />Like a turbulent flow <br />Inspirations of relatives <br />Made her face glow. <br /> <br />She started sending poems <br />To different journals <br />All of her initial attempts <br />Met refusals. <br /> <br />She did not give up <br />And went on trying <br />Till she came off <br />With colours flying. <br /> <br />She then heard about <br />On-line poetry contests <br />Wanted to submit poems there <br />To prove herself best. <br /> <br />'Name, fame, lucrative prizes' <br />Her thoughts went on <br />Some poetry must come out <br />Which should stay on. <br /> <br />Her mind became a search-engine <br />Of some themes or others <br />She was on constant look-out <br />For suitable words. <br /> <br />One day while driving the car <br />She was daydreaming <br />As if she had won the contest <br />And the whole world was felicitating. <br /> <br />Dashed the car against a lamp-post <br />Accident became fatal <br />Finally she could survive <br />With the sacrifice of vision in the hospital. <br /> <br />Her blind days remind her <br />Of one Aesop's fable <br />The story is about a milk-woman <br />Whose milk-pail became unstable. <br /> <br />The milk-woman had daydreamed <br />And dropped the milk-pail. <br />The budding poet ruffles her mind <br />'Do imaginative humans fail? ' <br /> <br />Thoughts again creep through her mind, <br />'Though the milk-woman could not fulfill her ambition <br />But at least God was kind <br />She did not lose her vision'. <br /> <br />At last the poet derives her strength <br />With the thought of John Milton <br />Clasping her poetry note-book <br />Resolves, ' I must go on.' <br /> <br />.<br /><br />Swatimalya Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shattered-dream-of-a-budding-poet/
