A Poet Is A Slave Of An Impulse Poem by Akhtar Jawad
A Poet Is A Slave Of An Impulse
A philosopher passes life in thinking,
A politician learns the art of weighing,
They speak only after a mental fatigue
But a poet is a victim of nature's intrigue,
His heart is inspired by a quick impulse,
It's not his pen, sweetheart it's pulse,
Beauty when touched its sleeping waves,
Deep in the ocean from the unseen caves,
A propagated wave started its dance,
It's not a poem it's thirst of romance,
Emotions of a victim of nature's naught,
A sensitive heart a poet never sought!
Beauty when touched its sleeping waves, Deep in the ocean from the unseen caves, A propagated wave started its dance, It's not a poem it's thirst of romance, Beautiful lines. I love them ! ! A compressed write full of meaning! A 10
Exceptionally beautiful reflection on how a poem comes into being and how it takes shape as compared to various shades of nature around us. Thank you, Akhtar Jawad Sahab. Deep in the ocean from the unseen caves, .....It's not a poem it's thirst of romance,
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5/1/2024 4:22:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's not a poem it's thirst of romance -the very truth behind every poet's inclination towards poetry.You've described the depth behind a poet's passion.