POETRY WORK

One of the things I usually engaged in during my free time is writing poetry. I do not have any claim of being a poet but I do find poetry writing an stimulating enterprise. It makes one commune with his inner self leading to greater self-understanding.

I write poetry much in the traditional way. I rarely do free verses, which is now the one in vogue among poetry circles. I prefer the more common format of four rhyming lines in one stanza. As I have said, I have no pretension to being called a poet. It is enough that I am able to convey my thoughts and feelings in a poetic manner, no matter how crude it may be.

Let me share with you a poem I composed most recently, entitled "Unrequitted Love." I must ask however that my copyright to this work be respected. Should it ever be reproduced, I pray that I be given the proper credit.

UNREQUITTED LOVE

Ranting and raving, a mad man he's become
His mind has taken the pains and miseries
And cannot for a minute longer bear
The desolation wreaking his soul

Gifted with strength, he was once was
Life and vigor flowed out from his heart
In all things, he proved himself without match
Truly, he belonged to his own class

Yet, so many times have it been quipped
In every mortal, always there lies a weakness
For even the mighty Achilles had his own
Soon, the man discovered his armor's chink

For once, he fell for a maiden so divine
For him, she was Aphrodite incarnate
Besotted he was, completely swept away
Day and night she haunted him without fail

Thus, the man did what he could and more
He gave all his best and held nothing back
He even stormed the heaven's gate with prayers
As he tried to win the maiden's nod

But futile all his spirited efforts proved to be
She was meant to love but not he
Her heart was to someone else already bestowed
And the man just felt the world on him crumbled

Ranting and raving, a mad man he's become
His mind has taken the pains and miseries
And cannot for a minute longer bear
The desolation wreaking his soul