Bleak Night Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
Bleak Night
In the dark and bleak winter night
The poet writes,
But he slips again and again
From his superior poetic feelings,
Dark and obscene thoughts come and prevent his sublime rhythm.
The great poet thinks and thinks in his alert and conscious mind
How to come out of this dire straits,
But his efforts prove futile.
The intellectual poet does not give up hope so easily,
He realizes the utter futility of the conscious realm in the cold and gloomy environment.
So he plunges into another world, the superior unconscious world with deepest concentration and emotion
And there, it's only there.......he finds his refined poetic rhythm,
The noted poet eventually succeeds to find out his glorious touch,
Plenty of light pervades his realm,
His eyes sparkle with great delight
And he writes wonderful poetry.
real poets read many poems emotional ones mostly then they dos off into oblivion sleep asif eternaly Then to a true poet poem flows like the thames the missippi ganges brahmaputra the nile the amazon and poetry takes the form of supernaturism if it just comes flows and no one knows from where to where a poet goes in a going sort of mind then his poem he does refine and a poem is born like dawn
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true poet poem flows like the thames the missippi ganges brahmaputra the nile the amazon and poetry takes the form of supernaturism if it just comes flows and no one knows from where to where a poet goes in a going sort of mind then his poem he does refine and a poem is born like dawn