An Elegy for a Fellow Poet I Never Knew

Dear poet,
You were on my friend’s list
I think
And
I was on yours
I still haven’t checked
I never spoke to you
You never spoke to me
I forget who sent whom the friend request
Probably me
It is the kind of thing I would do
And then let go
I never read any of your poems
I doubt you read any of mine
I used to see your name on certificates
You gave out
To seemingly everyone
Except me, of course
Which did not matter to me
As I don’t crave for them
I was always withdrawn
It’s okay. I too gave you none
Now that you, I hear, are dead
Of COVID 19
And I read all these encomiums
About you
I wonder if I should have
Tried talking to you
But what about?
I seldom have anything to say
It does not matter much
A poet is a poet
Read or unread
Talked to or not
And when every poet dies
It presages my death
I expect no one to read
My verses after I am gone
Or anyone to write
Poems mourning me
I am ‘another sort’
What links us then?
Only one thing does
We both, it seems, resort/ed
To words to pen our thoughts
On this thin thread’s bridge
Like a candle in the dark
I write my elegy
A kind of a dry sob
But still from the heart.

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Dr A.V. Koshy is presently working as Assistant Professor in Dept. of English, Faculty of Arts and Humanities, Jazan University, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. He has authored or co-authored seven or eight books of poetry, theory and criticism. He is an editor and anthologist. He is also a distinguished teacher of the English language and literature and a critic, with a Ph.D in modern poetry, specifically Samuel Beckett's poems in English. He was a Pushcart Prize nominee for poetry in 2012 and his book Art of Poetry was selected as Best Reads 2012 by Butterfly and the Bee. He has been editor's pick on Camel Saloon thrice and poet of the month thrice in Destiny Poets UK besides often having his poems appear in the highly selected category. Has other international awards, diplomas and certificates to his credit too.

6 thoughts on “An Elegy for a Fellow Poet I Never Knew

  1. VijayNair

    A candid,allusive,and well-composed letter/monologue revealing both the mindset of the writer/speaker and that of the dead poet,and the fact that their lives were linked by the words they used to express their thoughts.

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  2. SONALI CHANDA

    Eloquently written with a unique magnetic bonding…a friend’s deepest monologue, presented as a letter to a friend, who’re linked with each other by their verses..
    Wonderfully depicted..Sir..

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  3. amitapaul

    A very touching tribute to a scarcely known fellow poet , this poems makes you wonder how death momentarily highlights a person before he sinks into final oblivion

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  4. Pushmaotee Subrun

    What links us then?
    Only one thing does
    We both, it seems, resort/ed
    To words to pen our thoughts
    On this thin thread’s bridge
    Like a candle in the dark… a very touching poem dear poet! Life indeed hangs on a ‘thin thread’s bridge’!

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