How sad it
feels, how dull it looks,
When I see talents described in books,
I wish I had
the "talents" as they say,
Would that not be perfect for a day?
Dancing, or be it painting,
I have no talent from which I am gaining.
inscrutable they say I am,
"She has no talent, give her a damn".
The neighbor next street paints so well,
But I know nothing from where I dwell.
among athletes was my best friend,
I too wished if ever my legs could bend!
As a child,
whether at study or at play,
I was an anguish placed in an array.
witnessed my shocking flair,
It said "round was a circle and not a square!"
"She is a fright, neither cooks nor sings!
Is she a girl, she knows none of these things!"
This is what
my folks keep saying,
They are right, as I am so dismaying!
Salsa, Rumba, or jazz,
I have no talent which everyone else has!
I wish my
legs would tap to the tranquil beats,
At least before my life completes!
Contributing Poet -
Aarti Kamath Developer-turned-Technical Writer working with US
based MNC, (INDORION NETWORKS PVT LTD ) firstname.lastname@example.org