Nothing The story started In blank verse With nothing But an empty sheet And an empty heart That was the beginning And that was What was awaiting The plot thickened And the story grew Branching out Creating itself As time went by The page filled up And the rhythm took over It was all Falling into place Seasons came And seasons went Romance ensued Unrequited love Was pursued Things changed And colours mingled The story was now Reaching its peak But what happened All along Puzzled the writer Who had already lost control The story was living itself And he had become A part of it He was the rhythm In lieu of the rhyme He realised that Too late And the story grew And verses continued But in the end Nothing begets nothing And he remembered That he had started With an empty page And an empty heart What had happened Was that the empty page Was filled with the story Of the empty heart The heart remained empty And everything Was nothing And he was actually Back where he had started With nothing But an(other) empty sheet And an empty heart
Arjun Purkayastha's Questions:
1. What are the metaphors that are most apparent in this poem?
2. I feel as if there is something missing in this poem. In the middle it just suddenly jumps from one place to the other. Is there anything that you can think of to add in?
3. What feeling do the poem convey to you?
4. Alternatively, is the poem too long?
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