Drought of Verse (Feb 2019)

Drought of Verse-1

As I unravel    

Uncomplicate 

Steer my dinghy 

To a different fate

Unwittingly 

I close the gate

To rhymes, limericks

And the witty ditty

And dressed up words

That I once found pretty

Drought of Verse-2

He leaves too soon

Then leaves too long

No enticement

No  appeal 

And no Love song

Can hold that moody visitor long

At the dong of the gong

He tips his hat

Conceals a smirk

and says "so long"!

The Poet Is Dead (Feb 2019)

It is said

That he is dead

Not for the lack of bread

But coz the troops he lead

The words in his head

In release or in dread

Packed their bags

And fled!