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Thousand thoughts are rumbling in mind
Trying to find a way to come out
Senses want to be turned into words.
Rebellion, inside me, wants a voice
Is not blogging a good choice?
Curiosity turns into philosophy
Beatific senses turn into music
Logic turns into explanation
Observation turns into experience
Gaiety turns into humour
It is a way to witness myself
To know and grow friends,
Word connects our soul,
Albeit located in far places
Albeit of different ages
We share friendship
With love, laughter and poetry
Your Comments are gift
And visits, reward
I am so glad to be a blogger
Thank you, God!

Comments

IndianPundit said…
Ode to Blogging.

What an amazing poet u are??

Techpoet??

Cheers
Shruti said…
amazing poet you are re!!
awesome..
keep smiling!
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
Thanks IP & Shruti.:)
Keep visiting..
Durga Nandan said…
"I am so glad to be a blogger
Thank you, God!"

As always a question.. :)
If you are agnostic, how can you thank god? :)
Or was it just for the poem?
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
@Dura Nandan :)
Thanks a lot for commenting with such a nice question.... :)

An agonistic holds the views about the existence of God, not impossible but so improbable that practically(not theoretically), they are close to Atheism,
So, An agonist like me have some flexibility to use the term 'God' in Poetry....:)
Shankar said…
hey amith..nice poem.... indeed a great one about blogs... you know my brother hates me when I blog..may be i can show this..how crazy bloggers are about blogging...nice one....such a good poem..really good....
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
Thanks a lot Shankar..
glad that u liked it?
do visit again..:)
- Sugar Cube - said…
I'm reading a poem having connectin to blog/bloggers for the first time.

Good one
Yayaver said…
poem about mind ,techness and zeal of writing.. very carefully chosen words amit.
Durga Nandan said…
HAHAHA!! bending rules. :P
Durga Nandan said…
[ And please, it is 'Durga'. :) ]

Cheerz!
Durga
Lone Acorn said…
That was a nice poem :)
BK Chowla said…
Nice to know you are a poet too
Naveen kumar said…
nicely written .... a message well conveyed

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