Would I hear the poetry of my soul, even without recognition?: A poem 

Would I, if I wrote a poem that 

was brief and was rugbyfied  by  

too many commas, semi-colons 

and full-stops, sound as terse 

to the reader as it may be to me? Or a more  

derogatory pithy! I can have an entire 

mailing list of ideas pinned on the office 

board of my study, without crossing 

over the page, albeit concise! Would that be enthralling 

to the reader or confusingly heavy? Or should I 

beat the lines of my page with similes, 

alliterations and repetitions, so it is 

only boringly sonorous to a reader, who 

would only, then, shut out my lines with an  

onomatopoeic blast of: Fuck it! Can I figure 

out how doe-eyed is pining for recognition?! 

I am wondering if it’s a sheer waste of precious 

verse in a lifetime if you don’t get any applause  

and you silently write away as if keeping a diary  

in secrecy! Is the bright lucent star of fortune 

blinking at your pursuits as important as a 

dewdrop on a leaf of your own gratification? 

Is a snowflake of a compliment, nevertheless, 

as rewarding as your own slow reading 

amid the frustration, that the lights of your life 

have come and gone, the page is crumpled, 

and now seems like unworthy rhetoric? But you 

know better, as you hold on to the lyrics of your soul 

like a precious notebook of self-structured jewelry! 

And you view the unacknowledging world from the 

sacredness of your unnoticed but transcendental window!