When Bad Poetry Turned Good! Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

Wrote I Slowly First in,
Long Sentences Albiet,
With Good Words Full,
Of Meaningful Touch;

I Then Chopped off,
Lengthy Poetic Tree,
Into Slices of Blocks,
Used them Diligently;

Wisely & Emotionally,
As a Protection Shelter,
For Life's Unprecedent,
Weather Blows Served!

Immensly Raining &
Rhyming the Words,
Made them Dance,
As Musical Showers,
As Ferocious Thunders,
As Moods Fluctuated;

Sentimental Touches,
Were Gently Heart Felt;
Encouraging Speeches,
Were Made With Courage;

Prosody, Meters & Feet,
Syllables, Verses & Stress;
I didn't Learn them Ever,
As Tutoured Lessons;

But Found Their Way,
When Bad Poetry turned,
So Sweet Good With,
Days, Nights & Seasons,
Of Practiced Writing!