A Poem That Just Be Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Mahatma Gandhi once wrote a letter, and said therein, sorry to write a longish letter, because I am hard-pressed for time. So happens more or less when we write poems. If we allow enough time to chisel out all unnecessary chunks a beautiful sculpture emerges, short and sweet. A poem may be a product of mother's heart to start with, but it ends as a child of a good-headed father. A virtual ice-berg— what you see is small, more is hidden under water.