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It's World Poetry Day Once Again!




Yes! March 21st is World Poetry Day.

Before we get much ahead with the topic, I'd like to mention that I'm actually back (yay) and yes it's been a really long time since I posted last but I hope to be as consistent as is possible
Me in the back of my mind, Let's see how it goes. 

 Okay, so! World Poetry Day! Did I really remember it was today? Of course I didn't. If you really know me, you'd know I'm not really somebody who remember special days. I just can't.
But whoopsie, that's besides the point.

I realized today was World Poetry Day while going through my blog's last year's posts and there it was, On the occasion of World Poetry Day.

This time however, the only poem I've written recently happens to be an incomplete one. So, I'll present to you a poem I wrote last year but a piece of writing I'm very proud of.

Here goes....

Title:  Because you were happy, and because I was not.

Don't show me the peak if I can't get there,
Oh wait, if you think I can't get there.
Sure I can.
I'll just walk past you,
And all the others who think they can't.
And I'll reach up there.
And I'd wave at you.
Don't worry, I won't tease.
I'll just wave.
Hopefully to remind you,
What it feels like to be left behind,
Whilst feeling,
What it means to get there.
Don't tell me to enjoy what I got.
Don't tell me how to feel.
I'm only human and,
It was never wrong to want more.
More than I've got,
More than I'll have.
Because that's how I'll get,
Where you will not.
Because you were happy,
And because I was not.

That was quite harsh, now, wasn't it? I couldn't help myself.

This piece of poetry was written in May 2019 on the day we went to visit Stanserhorn, an amazing mountain in Switzerland where you can reach by an open cable car!

Yes, it was like a dream!

But then, how did it turn so salty all of a sudden?

You see, the poem talks about reaching the peak. As it happens, the day we visited, clouds had started to descend as we climbed up the little stretch after the cable car towards the peak. Because of the clouds, the hilltop went out of sight and I was unable to reach the hilltop even on being so close from it.

                                        Here's evidence to justify how cloudy it was that day

That's the origin story of this poem. These thoughts are pretty much what thoughts came into my mind while that incident was still happening and I'm glad to have recorded them because now I know how it felt. And how metaphorically, it might go with other situations as well.

I don't know if you can tell but I really enjoy explaining the origin stories of the poems I write because of how abstract they might be.

Also, since I can't know what all of my readers related the poem to, I request you to let me know: what you thought about or what the poem reminded you of. Or, is there any piece of poetry you're proud of? Or absolutely admire? Let me know in the comments below!

Once again, Happy World Poetry Day to all the poets and readers out there!


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