Poems: Of Head And Heart Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A poem hatches in the poet's heart,
To recreate which he has to try hard—
Painstakingly brick by brick, part by part,
Head struggles— be it of novice or bard,
He strives on and gives every word new wings,
Yet, a child of head and heart, hard if sings.

A pure product of heart at last it flows—
Waters of rivers to the sea as get,
Rising from deepest depth rhythm as grows,
If of head, tinker not nor let a let,
And lo, the melody that comes to be,
Sounds primordial as if from cosmic sea,
And when arrives at the poetic shore,
Carries an imprint of a print so prime
That needs meter, nor yet a foot-bound time,
Coming as it does from the deepest core.
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Musings | 06.08.14 |