Poem writing used to be my hobby
In sorrow, I turned to writing verse,
To ease the pain, my heart immerse.
Love, nature, family, and spirituality,
Themes that flowed, with sincerity.
Years passed, inspiration took flight,
A hundred poems, crafted with might.
Retirement brought idle hours to fill,
Isolation and pandemic, a bitter pill.
Poetry contests sparked excitement anew,
Learning the craft, experimenting too.
Words from poets, wisdom acquired,
Rhyme and meter, rules admired.
Recognition came, acclaim I found,
Free verse soaring, high and profound.
Loneliness became my muse, guiding my pen,
Love still sings, even when.
Writing became my daily pursuit,
Through challenges and hardships, I resolute.
With passion and dedication, I engineer,
Poems that touch hearts, far and near.
Copyright © Jay Narain | Year Posted 2024
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