Howdy people. This is my 1st post here.

For my first post, here’s a short poem I had written in pre-university college days.

Not great with the vocabulary. Simple words to say what’s in my mind, hoping that the reader can focus on the theme of the poem, rather than the language used.
Coz Poetry is just a hobby. And WordPress is my new diary. So here goes…

The Story.

She made me swim across the streams
and climb recumbent folds.
She reminded me of our memories,
Of days celebrated with gold.

As I walked through swamps,
marshes and forests, filled with hidden fears;
I dreamt of her, standing on the shore,
Face moonlit, and curls behind her ears.

She made me cry, made me weep,
kept me awakened through nights.
As she stood there, in the midst of stars,
Sparkling with luminous lights.

She made me fret, lick my sweat,
Burn the midnight oil.
Seducing me, with the fruits,
kept for after this heavenly turmoil.

But when i reached the mountain peak,
She finally ended this pain.
Success was this lady’s name,
and Life was this chosen game.

~ Yatin Kamat.