I Want To Write A Poem Poem by Sankar Sarkar

I Want To Write A Poem

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I want to write a poem
On the wing of the sun
Or on the embodied soul of
A drop of crazy dew
Or on the lid of pale eye
Of a speck of dust,
I want to write a poem yet
On the ever billowing breast of water
In the surging of Great Time,
And on the warmness of coitus
Of love for every moment,

And on the every turn of heart’s rhythm
Even upon the smile of blushed flower
By the song of cuckoo in spring,
And on the prying leaf
Of this universe,
I want to write a poem
In the thought of eternal asking
Amid birth and death,
Every letter of every word
Of this poem will be pregnant
With feeling and realization
Through coming generation,
I am I was I shall be
In the sensation of blood
As long as the veins of the world froth
Like a dying pool
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Sunday, June 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 03 July 2019

I want to write a poem On the wing of the sun A drop of crazy dew..... //.... A poem of exquisite beauty with a unique freshness of expression and imagery. Loved reading it. Thanks for this poetic pleasure.

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Nayanika Dey 12 July 2017

Thanks for sharing this poem with us. A very good read!

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Jasbir Chatterjee 03 August 2015

go ahead and keep writing Sankar; no one's stopping you. Poems that have a piece of the poet's heart in them are the ones that become immortal.

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A good poetry that I experienced and read here pertaining to the poetic minds which is the original thoughts that makes different.

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Raymond Farrell 07 June 2015

I think this poem details and expounds on the passion that drives every one of us who feel compelled to write poetry and see poetry in the daily reality we live every day. Our contact with the materail, the divine the eternal all coming together in one Life. We view things through the very lens of poetry and we want to write a poem. Once we write the poem for a moment our we feel satisfied but then the desire wells up again and we want to write another poem. And so it goes on and on.

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