People told me ‘you’ll never be a poet’,
Still i thought - I might as well do it.

It was a long, tiring and circuitous journey,
but hard work prevailed - persistence was the key.

Now, i can write some passable poetry,
My fingers move quick, the words flow free.

Sometimes, though, i’m stuck - there’s no rhyme for ‘orange’,
But i move along, inventing words, like ‘melfogolange’

I want my poetry to be funny - my idol is Nash,
What he did for the language, i’d love to do for cash.

Mihir Karkare

(From my orkut profile)