A Poem - Poem by Rajesh Thankappan
We all may have read some good poetry
That comes in various forms, sizes, shapes and symmetry –
But then a poem need not necessary be like geometry
Where it has to adhere to certain rigid regularities.
The soul of a poem is seasoned in man’s routine experiences
Which he tries to fathom and give a wordily appearance -
So is it not like a painting drawn with the brush of thought
With colours that life has placed in his lot?
A poem may also be compared to a lovely flower
Blooming splendidly besides a cool and soothing bower,
Or in the dark night sky a flickering star
Shining over the dark adversities with which it wages a war.
A poem is also to a poet his very own island
Churned out in the ocean by his intellect and emotion,
It is an instrument on which a poet composes his songs
When his soul is besieged by situations that upon him throng.
Comments about A Poem by Rajesh Thankappan
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You