I went to the mountains, but nothing came.
I went to the forest, but nothing came.
I went to the diner, and then it came.
For a breakfast special and a hot chocolate.
You may place the order in heaven,
But earth is where you pay the bill.
Upon Sri Chinmoy’s request to have a poetry competition, people started busily writing poems - at the court, at functions and even at the ‘Smile’. The inspiration for this poem was provided by a fellow budding poet laureate who, bundled neatly in the corner of the most popular dinner on Parsons Blvd, quietly trying to tempt the Muse, was interrupted by a particularly unpoetic moment. (20-4-1995)
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