Unfinished poem.....


This is the story of a poet. He moves from his country to a new country. There he meets with new people, colors, faces. Also with new language. How can he write poem without knowing the new language. So he decides to buy words. He pays for the each new word he learns. Words spread. "Here is the poet who is paying for the words."
Poor people flocks around him to sell words. He continues writing. But one day he runs out of time. He lacks the words to finish his poem.
The poem remains unfinished.



Inspired from a story of Eternity and a day.

Comments

Priti Tiwari said…
i dont like anything unfinished, rather i dont like any mystry.but we cant always know everything,everything is round in this world with double meaning ha ha
Koushik said…
Even I dont like something unfinished......but I guess some things look good if it remains unfinished, then your imagination can fly.
Priti Tiwari said…
thats true :) have you ever tried creating images from the cloud?i did so many things we can imagine na?
Koushik said…
http://koushik-dream.blogspot.com/2008/03/scribble-in-sky.html

http://koushik-dream.blogspot.com/2008/07/puppy-watching-flying-fish.html
some of the earlier posts...
I like watching cloud and form a shape, same with stars.