Without poetry,
hmm, well, well,
the world is nothing
but prose.
Yawn!!!
How scary!
This reality.
Poetry,
malleable
shape-shifting.
It is
a heart that sings
24X7,
despite being hooked to a catheter
or plugged with a stent
in an ICU
where death and life flicker
like a candle in the air.
Poetry—
finds music
in prose
and makes the same words
dulled with use
into great lyrics
that folks often hum
on rainy nights
to soothe frayed nerves
and/or, lift
the crushed
spirits.
Wow! This really reveals what poetry is all about. The subconscience speaks itself. Moving and awesome poem!
Thanks Vatsala for your endorsement. Your poems are also revelatory—of the gentler side of human condition.
Spirited lift! So beautiful..
Thanks Bhai Tapeshwar.
A touch of class ! A wonderful, conversational style.
Thanks bro.
Such a beautiful piece.. conversant with esse’ !!
Thanks.