It was Friday February , 2021 . I got chance to join a free writing class of Gotham. Our prompt number #1)> was : Single on February 15?.
Teacher was all time favorite, Mo Kochmal . Time was allotted 1.30"for writing two prompts .
I wrote but as usual, I shared my reading seldom with audience because my English accent seems ridiculous to me !But I enjoy to listening others. Many of the participants were published authors and all were enthusiastic to share their thoughts as Mo encouraged and kept the class alive .
I am born and grew in India ; Came US to live near my children. English is my second language . I shared reading it with myself later on. I felt it as a piece of humor ; so I posted it in my blog and now in facebook.
# Single On February 15?
... How blessed are you! Grand opportunity to wait for next Feb 14 and by then to sit flower to flower to collect nectar of joy like butterfly and breathe free until next year with the thought that you are not captured tricked by any emotional trap. !.
#2) Broken Heart
Starting from the youth to the end of life,
All thirsty hearts wait to be pierced
With some sugarcoated arrow in the heart .
Life has no charm without romance;
It is better to be wounded and ooze,
Rather than a barren life to chose.
Oozing heart caused by failure love
Inscribes in blood long-lasting
love - lyric and melodious music
That lingers long to inspire sensitive spirit.
An arrow piercing the the red heart
Symbolize the vibrant juvenile love
But random display of Valentines' cards
Makes the image funny, naive and ridiculous!
But how heart can be broken ?
Is it of glass, metal, or plastic?
It is a lump: soft and sensitive .
Is the 'broken heart' an utter literary fallacy?
Or a metaphor of intense emotion,
Popularly known as depression.!
****************************************************** Bio: Sipra Roy, born & brought up in India ; Came in New York couple of years ago.
The theme of the poem focuses on the show-off or the plight of 'True' love: which is gasping under the piles of displaying cards; it prompted me to compose this poem .
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