fragment Poetry recognition. reward

A Big Thanks

It is an award

the best reward

I keep it in record

it is to my accord

I thank the Poets

who extended it in quiet?

I am too small  a fragment

Week 80 the perfect poet award tiny pebble  in the basement

write what I know

mostly in a flow

and especially this award  coveted

tells me how my poems are interpreted

a big thanks to all of you


I Have Won

I have won.

Really,I have won.

It being an award

which is its own reward.

I  stand  tall and proud

among the learned  crowd.

I think of my  cute blog

I usually  log

not once or twice

but by I have won how many tries

I really do not know

as it is my  resting place and  flow

where my thoughts gather

where I sit for hours rather

writing what all I experience

not bothered about their relevance

It being a canvas little and colourful

wherein my feelings get sketched in full

not with paint and caricatures

but with words and  features

extolling the greatness of nature

enhancing the  human qualities in stature

finding myself occupied all through the day

at times in the nights too in a way

with my children all  living far

with no duties and customs  to bar

I keep on writing  with a fervour

with my mind always in a hover

while my body is at  a position static

my thoughts go about ecstatic

therein comes the creativity in hand

which slowly and gradually disbands

with the expressions come my reflections

one by one they fall into places  in conjunction

with the language with which I am familiar

being a perception that might be unfamiliar

I write  for long casting my spontaneous feelings

deftly and skilfully adorning my ramblings

finding a place in the word press platform

that inadvertently has lent a lively form

with that my poetic sojourn which began  a few years  ago

is rising up to levels  not very great but remarkable in the go

with my followers increasing slowly and steadily

while most of my poems gaining  readership readily

my tryst with writing has started off though late

I hope would stand the test of times and find a rate

being appreciated for its simplicity and lyricism

along with the dominance of  rhythm and  surrealism.

With winning  this award  as a senior I stand with pride

recalling the day I clinched the University  top rank in glide

memories keep gushing one after another  in great stride

raising me aloft and high with an  applause and appreciation by the side.











Sleeps There The Man

images (1)It was an award
for the great action
It was a reward
for the efforts.

For him awards and rewards
are nothing great .
Very ordinary and simple affords
not a thing to state.

Going about his way
helping the poor
looking out for the needy
giving ever.

He earned a lot
spent little
gave away a lot
for no title.

He remained unknown
away from the crowd
took it as a borne
feeling never proud.

He died one day
There was a big gathering
Each one praised him all day
It was amazing.

He had told none
about his activities
Everyone was stunned
to hear about his diversities.

Sleeps there the man
who was always quiet
but had earned lot of fans
seen on his last day right.