Let me start darkling a tale, rather stark,
O lighting a lamp to look into dark.
On drowning deep in pen puddles my own,
I thought let me swim in a vast ocean.
And next, try damming the rivers of touch,
If to return feeling the floods and such—
To learn: man can swim across a life stream,
But only if gone he had yon of him.
Ere, my pen used to trail my fingers' light,
It still fails to turn unfair into right.
Heart heaves hailing the push of blood deep red,
Not enough still for life to leap ahead,
And this poet within me wonders still,
What if with ink my veins were I to fill.
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Musings |19.03.13|
PRAISE ME ALL FOR I AM WORTHY OF THE INK FILED WITHIN ME MY VEINS BLOAT AS MIND DOES FLOAT GREAT POYOT
All the paeans of praise that one may think of may fall short still. Like some poet said, without using any adjective for his love, ''you are' and my pen finds no need to go further.
Heart heaves hailing the push of blood deep red, Not enough still for life to leap ahead,
To learn: man can swim across a life stream, But only if gone he had yon of him.....love these lines. A beautiful couplet poem having fantastic expression. thanks for sharing.
And it is true also. A mortal possesses a greater potential than even gods of heaven. The latter remain where they are, but mortals can even exceed them. Thank you dear KM.
A wonderful composition in couplet form, sir Aniruddha....10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem that captures the essence of a Poet and Poetry. " Ere, my pen used to trail my fingers ' light It still fails to turn unfair into right." Wonderful lines from a great and perceptive poem.
Thank you for appreciating this poem. It was lying as work in progress ever since 2013, only recently completed. I feel that even great poetic thoughts with equally great content is still not enough. It has to be chiseled meticulously. He is a rare poet who could do it in one go. I am not.