On October 28th 1998 from funny nicknames my friends called me and from my manager’s suggestion I made the domain LonelyPoet.Com. I remember adding the first set of poems there took nearly 15 hours figure out making HTML files and uploading it to my servers. At that time I had 20 finished poems. I grew “Much Older” and so came the onslaught of poems. Today is the 20th anniversary after nearly 1000 poems.
More to come.
The attached image was given by ‘Realistic Poetry’ on Twitter and told to write a short poem. Here is what I wrote.
Time To Fly.
Started with a crawl, ah’ then many hands held,
When fallen wept then shed tears my parental hands wiped,
Many miles away from all wandered,
The vagabond life, learned, lived, enjoyed and cried more.
Everything to the wrath of time with age fell,
Never crawled, never cried but in wheels rolled,
Now time beyond senses passed by,
No need to crawl, no wheels needed, time to fly.