To Incomprehensible Poetry
I scroll through the poems on my Facebook page, I read them with utmost care, After having contemplated hard, for quite some time, I give it up with vain and despair. For how much ever simple those lines might be, I realize bitterly poetry is not for me. I admire the vacant walls of my classroom, While the teacher recites out loud, Glancing a thousand times at the clock, I so long desire, to be driven free. Incapable of taking in the essence of verses, I shamefully confess poetry is not for me. Never-the-less, I try penning down a stanza or two, But never a word ever comes out of me. With reality clipping my wings of imagination, With a heavy heart I sigh, poetry ain't my cup of tea!