Just a nought, a cipher, that’s all I am!

For Nan

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , on Wednesday, February 04, 2009

I stumbled upon a strange page
The kind you find only in modern age.
Not made of papyrus or of any wood, 
Yet call it a 'log' why
(I wondered) anyone should?

In a place that, usually, a spider spins,
Where men surf without tails or fins,
They called it a blog
(web + log) and it came from
A place called w-w-w dot Blogger dot com.

Well, writ on it were such strange stories
Of sadness, despair, guilt and worries
That make your heart ache and spirits fall.
But soon, like all, you bump
(head first) against a wall.

You'd made a mountain out of a molehill  
And laugh out loud against your will.
A little fun is what, there, everyone seeks
And that (dear friends) is the way Nandhini speaks.


nan said... @ 4 February 2009 at 19:24
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nan said... @ 4 February 2009 at 19:26

Sanket u made my month :D
Muahz :D
I got another testimonial poem yayas ;)

Thanx a ton :)

Sanket Rathod said... @ 4 February 2009 at 20:04

Ha ha! glad u liked!
shall i say.... ur poetry inspires!

AND... thanks for following!

Usha Pisharody said... @ 7 February 2009 at 16:36

Unusual theme but very likeable.. :)

I am sure blogger would love to host this as part of its PR.. :)

Sanket Rathod said... @ 7 February 2009 at 16:40

hee hee !!!

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ci•pher (also cy•pher) /ˈsī-fər/ noun
1 a secret way of writing, especially one in which a set of letters or symbols is used to represent others 
2 a code: a message in cipher 
3 (formal, disapproving) a person or thing of no importance. 
4 (BrE) the first letters of sb’s name combined in a design and used to mark things.
— Middle English cifre, from Old French, from Medieval Latin cifra, from Arabic ṣifr, from ṣafira, to be empty, translation of Sanskrit śūnyam.

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