I want to be a poem


Remembered the poem of Ruskin Bond

About the tree climbing Nanny Bond

Incidentally I found that it was about me

The younger years of me climbing every tree


Somehow it is so: Half century scored

How long on this earth to be onboard

Capricious seasons hustle down in penury

Coins of love and kindness not in treasury


Days game like cetaceans in unbridled water

Empty pots are ever in making by the potter

Hey mound of memories waits potter’s wheel

What of the making? A pot without zeal!


But, I want to be a pastoral poem, real

And the wind must sing it with a feel



April 3 2016

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