Submitted Date 10/02/2019

I wasn't poor, being not rich

Life was fine, thanks to hope

All that changed, owing to muse,

With one 'novel' passion pure

Affairs I had, ten of them

Unknown to the lovers of books,

Coldshouldered by publishing folk

Manuscripts those ten make pillows

In my bed to cause nightmares,

With hope dead, I can't dream

Now I'm poor, robbed of hope.


This was penned before I turned the 'ten' into free ebooks: https://g.co/kgs/eHB8BW

Novelist, playwright, short story, non-fiction and articles writer, translator in verses, a little thinker and a budding philosopher of Addendum of Evolution - Origins of the World


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  • Rick Doble 4 years, 7 months ago

    How many people believe they have a book they will write or a story that needs telling and they never do it? But you did! That is a victory in itself and is the most important part of being creative.

    • BS Murthy 4 years, 7 months ago

      Thanks for the kind words and I'm glad that I could place my body of work of free ebooks in the public domain https://g.co/kgs/nBg2GT