Poetry Doesn't Sell and Ruskin Bond

I love Ruskin Bond's simple verses which are very profound. Whoever knew that this author was actually a poet first, but gave that up because he was told that poetry would probably not get him where he wanted to be- a published and succesful writer. Here's my take on this: 

Sadly, that's true (I know only too well)

That most of the times poetry doesn't sell 

Come the most amazing verses 

All the response they get

Is silent curses and shameless haste

To throw it all away into the wretched bottomless pit

Of unrecognized mounting paper waste 

Heh!!!! 

Here are two of my favorite poems by Ruskin Bond- 

It isn't Time that's Passing

Remember the long ago when we lay together

In a pain of tenderness and counted

Our dreams long summer afternoons

When the whistling-thrush released

A deep sweet secret on the trembling air, 

Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows,

Black rose in the long ago summer,

This was your song:

It isn't time that's passing by

It is you and I

Raindrop 

This leaf so complete in itself 

Is only part of a tree

And this tree, so complete in itself,

Is only part of the mountain

And the mounain runs down to the sea

And the sea so complete in itself,

Rests like a raindrop 

On the hand of God