Writing a blog, that too in verse
is for better or for worse,
like a rain swept lonely furrow,
here today, may be gone tomorrow.
A blog is a complicated business,
expressing happiness or uneasiness,
with concerns that I think should matter,
beyond the closed walls of idle chatter.
Plus blogging in poetry is not easy,
though once written it does look breezy,
and since I don’t write poetry in free lines,
rhyming becomes a difficult job sometimes.
Yet I enjoy writing in rhymes,
of this, that and the other of our times,
simply stated, when my mind threatens to clog,
I unclog it by taking recourse to my blog.