Look at yourself
While composing your poetry
Typing your text on fluorescent screen
Dabbing your fingers;
And see for it –
The depth
You let bits and bytes
Perceive affinity of your ‘self’, and
Let others perceive you
by reading your poetry
How is it, that
You are loosing your sight, while
Gaining an inner eye –
A Miltonian wisdom in process
While you take an attendee
Typing your words;
I shear off
The skin of my pen, and
Mark the sign
Where my pain has fallen with the ink
I am writing; no poetry
A fascinating dissection of the poetic process.
I shear off
The skin of my pen, and
Mark the sign
Where my pain has fallen with the ink
What bravado in the use of poetic language! So very beautifully penned!