Sunday, December 10, 2017

WORDS

WORDS

I wrote them randomly,
the dictator called them 'Sense-less'.

I wrote them in a rhyme.
the dictator called it a 'Stupid song'.

I kept writing them effortlessly,
times changed, the dictator changed.

The first part was called a STORY,
and the second, a POEM.

I realised that it was not the dictator's fault,
just my doubts on myself!

Dictators will come and go,
but I should not stop writing.
People will like it or not.
I should not stop expressing.
I should keep on 'PLAYING' with words,
A lovely game.

Isn't it?

WHY DID I GROW UP?

As a little kid, sitting right next to the tape-recorder, while listening to the song, I would look at the cassette cover, and wonder tha...