What I Didn't Know Before Poem by Neran Sati

I

The thoughts fine flow.. it lodging with the language
- just right - isn't less demanding a task, than
submitting work - to Science!

While first converts the fog into dew drops
- the latter's melting rocks.


II

To fulfill one's mission - that essence of Be -
one needs to rearrange the Space - his post
to accommodate..

As the surround - it edgings, became sharper
- hovering in silent void, it air cold.


III

Good poetry reading shoudn't call - to mimick
forms or contents, yet open inner space
- that locked child;

it precious key - to bloom out -
with new reality.


IV

What's in poetry most enthrilling, ain't with words
residing, neither it imaging reality.. nor spirituality
but in that unspoken stream;

unrevealed -
becoming revelation!


V

Ain't they already five? The number's not odd?
Strange! Then, let this fill the block
- thanks to Stephen Spender :)

as though Self, that new estate
didn't unbound - till end!



12-12-2015