Poems grow on trees..

Yes as I've yet again proven from my own experience, poetry doesnt need inspiration...it can be minted in authorised fertile minds, just like money, based on the need of the moment, never mind that it increases the national inflation rate from 4% to 6%..How else could we explain the way our authors write for the Saradiya issues of our magazines? The way Sunil Gangopadhyay effortlessly cooks up a Kakababu and Moti Nandi pulls a Kalabati out of his hat everytime? Yes ladies and gentlemen, this is the era of Literature on Demand.

So I decided to take a leaf out of the books of our eminent authors and misuse my freedom of speech to throw yet another intellectual equivalent of molatov cocktail at you. It so happens that I have my IMT-G GD-PI tomorrow, and among my hobbies I mentioned writing poems. Now an MBA aspirant must be prepared for whatever comes his/her way, so what if they ask me to recite to them one of my own compositions? However, this poses a big problem, because even the livid bursts of poetic inspiration I have, cannot supress my overtly verbose nature. Naturally (bad ol' habits die hard.) the resultants are long winding meandering and looping essay-ical near-epics of atleast 32 line length, going onto over 200.. Naturally Its impossible to either remember or recite them. Hence the need of the moment required a crisp 4-6 liner that could be recited in under a minute and would show atleast a minimal level of thoughfuness. So i dug into the recesses of my mind and spewed out this nano-sized concoction..


"Fortune smiling brought your way a thousand friends and one,
But whose hearth will u go seeking, once her friends are gone?


Love like a silent stream on stone,
With slow patience cuts to the heart..
But if that stream then freezes over
Even mountains fall apart..."


Excuse the rampant misuse of punctuation, my weak point. It turned out uncannily like those Urdu poems where they speak of an occurence and then generalise with an analogy. Funny because I haven't read more than 5 Urdu poems in my life..