Soupers, to you I am Indebted

Poetrysoup, to me is just like a joint family. How by a common bond, here we are strung together! Though sailing in different currents and anchored in remote ports, Distance among us has never been a hitch or a tether. Here we enjoy a warm and genial camaraderie. Often I feel my credit far exceeds my debit, And am weighed down by a heavy sense of debt. I wonder if I will ever be able to repay a small bit. Before I am stamped an insolvent the rest of my life, Let me strive to do some little good while I can. Like a melting candle, let me bring some glow, Before I grow weary and time runs out of my span. Sometimes I feel I am an insidious bed bug, Growing bigger and fatter on others' blood. Here when I registered as an artless novice, I was as inane and inexperienced as a kid. As a kite with a piece of broken string, I floated up hither and thither in the skies in vain. You gave me direction, guidance and support. I owe to each one of you for all that I could attain. Your relentless encouragement helps me aim for heights, Your heartfelt blessings give me loads of happiness. Your poems open before me new avenues of thought. Your gracious company creates for me a new ambience. Before my eyes, a hundred smiling faces appear in a row. Some stand out as beacons of radiant light. With words of encouragement, they vanquish all my doubts, Revitalizing my lackluster spirit and leaving it shimmering bright. Through this forum, we share our inmost thoughts, How close we feel though never been together. Many have left the scene leaving trails of footprints, And many join fresh to continue the endeavor. Irrespective of creed, we are here at art’s sacred shrine. ‘Soupers’ we are called and we breathe the scented pride. We stand tall among many others of our species. Let us proclaim aloud our fraternity worldwide!