READING IS BLISS
"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings…" I could not agree more with this part of Wordsworth’s definition of poetry. At times you sit all prepared with a pen and notebook and words simply don’t come while there are times when you are either ecstatic or extremely hurt and words seem to flow out of nowhere shaping into a poem. If you are ecstatic the ecstasy multiplies as you pen the verse while if you are grim the pain recedes as the joy of poetry takes over.
I wrote the following poem as I revelled in the pleasure of reading some really great stuff.
Is there anything more amazing
Than the divine joy of reading?
With every book I feel I grow
So much to learn, so much to know
I’ve travelled the world on these pages
Through different cultures, times and ages
Engrossed in some awesome creations
I've run the gamut of emotions
Known characters of every kind
Peeked inside the human mind
Seen the past , gone in history
Tried to unlock future’s mystery
Attempted to fathom why markets tumble
What exactly is a financial bubble?
Such precious gems these pages offer
To fill in our knowledge coffer
blessed I am, to have realized this
Reading is, indeed, bliss