Monday, September 17, 2007

The Minstrel Of Solitude - The Beginning...


THE MINSTREL OF SOLITUDE



He arrived one day, with a limp he strode,
A silhouette, on a dark misty road.

He plucked at the strings, a tune he played,
A sad song for a meal he would trade.

They cared not to listen, they puckered their ears,
Furrowed their brows, and sharpened their spears.

He looked at the sky, he silently scorned,
At the wilted roses, and the bed of thorns.

As the first drops of rain, touched the ground,
He uttered, his first ever sound.

And with a tune so resonant and sharp,
He picked up the shards of his broken harp.

He walked slowly away, to silently brood,
For he was the Minstrel of Solitude...



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2 comments:

Ms. Lane said...

OMG its all rhyming and everything!! TOO MUCH I SAY!! good work, nice use of words.. the poem itself has a rhythm to it becoz of ur choice of words ofcourse which enhances the effect!.. Cheers to ur new blog! Keep the muse alive!! and FIND TIME TO POST..lol..Dont disappoint me! :P

Samathu Iyengaar Ponnu said...

very Robest Frost-ish