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Pranab K. Chakraborty

Freshman - 2,177 Points (West Bengal)

Cry not, Catch the string


When told you
Poetry is not Truth
It is Illusion

you opposed
disagreed strongly
to propagate
I write what I live
So no illusion is there
It's reality

told you again
Reality has so many layers
Art simply filters
some of it
to show us other layers
Do you admit poetry is an art

you were not ready
to admit my proposition
How I live I write
It's real and absolutely real

yes, you write poem
but in a form of diary-writing
Do you admit it

I admit was your reply

And if that's a form of poetry
It is illusion
Do you admit

you got tired
tried to cry
but can't defy
I write poem
I write me
I write present
That's my poetry

My silent sounds you can't hear
My soul touched your loneliness
'Poetry is a form of art
when it is art
it is illusion'

last sip was sufficient
to make us asleep!

Pranab k c
05/2013

Submitted: Friday, May 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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  • Rookie - 0 Points Ambrosia A (5/8/2013 11:37:00 PM)

    Poetry- illusion or reality, a real good comparison. Nicely penned. I invite you read and comment on my poems as well. (Report) Reply

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