Poem: Wishful Dreams and Wistful Conferences
A week passed by and I did not write a poem. This is rare — those who follow my writings must be feeling let down. But I squeezed something in — two poems from the week.
Poem 1: Round Table Conference
Round table meetings are funny. Nobody takes sides, there are no corners and nobody is on the edge. Boring and wistful.
Like round tables with no sides
People sit and talk in circles
It is a game where points made
yet there are no wins
No corner to cut or
no tethering over the edges
no sides to take
Smoothy, curvy words
A few smiles, all good and nice
Just another round table conference.~Ashok Subramanian © 2024
A large 230-acre campus outside the city. I drove and walked, blessed by the greenery and the greenhorns — the five thousand-odd youngsters who study management, engineering, and advanced technology. I was the keynote speaker on Student Entrepreneurship, and I saw the eyes of the youngsters filled with dreams.
Poem 2: Dreamy Eyes
I walk along the campus
Green washed freshness
the cackles and giggles
the vibrancy of youthA world of dreams
When other eyes
shine with mischief and love
And broken hearts
drowning in salty tearsIn that room -
I met those eyes
that carried dreams
Not only for themselves
but for this world.~Ashok Subramanian © 2024
“Youngsters want to change the world. Elders want to enjoy their work.
The entrepreneur sells anything needed by both to win their desires.”
― Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
