Sunday, November 25, 2007

My first poem...

I have been writing poems for quite some time in tamil (which happens to be my mother tongue).But I have not seriously tried to make one in English.Today I thought about it and made a poem.The title of the poem is My little rose.This idea came to mind as I was gazing at the red rose in my garden.I wanted to share my poem with you.Hope you have the patience to read the full poem.


My little rose

My little rose ,
you look so happy....

You have been stolen,
From my garden.
My little rose
Yet,you look so happy!

Your thorns failed,
In saving you.
My little rose,
Yet,you look so happy!

You miss your friends,
You miss your mother,
My little rose,
Yet,you look so happy!

You are lying on my grave.
My little rose,
Is that why
you look so happy?

My little rose,
You look so happy....

This is my first poem.
This did not turn out as bad as I expected.

16 comments:

Cold & Silent..... said...

my little friend...:)
now i respect the writer in u :)

u've started better than most..keep up....

Deepak said...

hmmm...thanks mate...
I have been writing poems for the past 6 years but this is the first one in English...

Aravind said...

why did you die???

Deepak said...

beacuse this world is a graveyard...my home is equal to a grave da....I am in my home only...
Rather than bringing a normal cliche into the poem i tried something different...

Aravind said...

ok... good theme... write lines about this theme too da.. anyway good head start

Deepak said...

ya...once Pa.Vijay wrote...
On Tajmahal...

In tamil
"ulagam sudukaadu aanathu
Kalarai athisayamanthu..."

Same in english...
"World became a grave,
Graveyard became a world wonder..."

Such an inspiring one..
Just two lines..
But such a nice one...

Unknown User said...

hmmm...me think the poem was good...but u shud stick to techie stuff!!! hehe

cheers

Deepak said...

just a breath of fresh air...for a change...

zahid said...

the rose is happy coz it got such a nice poem dedicated t it....

Deepak said...

Actually the poem was written keeping me in my mind...

The rose is my self conscience..

It is unable to prevent me from doing mistakes...

Still it is happy thinking it could correct me...

That is the actual meaning of the poem...

Anonymous said...

nice :)

Deepak said...

thanks....
dont post your comments as anonymous next time...

prachi said...

beautiful :)

keep writing :)

Sasi said...

Kutti, ur poem is really good as U

Ryan.A.Nash said...

nice poem da..

Deepak said...

@prachi,sasi anna and Sharanyan...

Thanks...