The Trend Poem by Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

The Trend

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At the beginning he danced
To the tune of the audience.
Painstakingly
In different styles
To satisfy everybody.
And most applauded.
Yet latter he changed
Dancing more and more
In his own style.
And more in the audience
Started dancing
To his tune.
More and more
Day by day
To please him.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: culture
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nosheen Irfan 10 January 2017

How beautifully you have depicted trendsetting. Truly a culture develops in this way...first we have to please the audience but gradually we can make the audience dance to our tunes. It requires skill to mold people to your thinking.

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Edward Kofi Louis 10 January 2017

Culture! ! With the muse of the dance. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Savita Tyagi 25 January 2019

Beautiful poem. To be your own self is difficult but much more comforting.and appealing.

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B.m. Biswas 24 January 2019

Really your allegorical and symbolic presentation using nice metaphor has made me wonder... Simple and spontaneous diction prove the power the poet possesses. Thanks. Sk Nurul Huda.

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Dr Antony Theodore 30 December 2018

Curtailing consumptions the poor man saved money for the future. you teach us a lesson through this poem. do not dance to the tunes of others......... dance on your own accord......... a fine poem with a deep theme. tony

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Anthony Burkett 31 January 2017

Isn't it amazing how when we begin to truly understand ourselves and exhibit the rhythm that is genuinely our own, how so many others dance with us to that same sound of music... the music of the soul... Well written and a delightful insight into the human endeavor of conscious awakening... Touche, Sir!

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Mihaela Pirjol 29 January 2017

Each decade of our lives we are morphing: by our parents, society; eventually becoming more '' in tune '' to who we truly are. A wise poem on life.

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