Inventing The Need Poem by Ananta Madhavan

If you can find the need
For word links you cannot find
To speak of a vanishing shade,
A fleeting shadow or nuance, -

That descriptive precision
For a trembling mood or mode,
As of a wave when it suspires
And curls upon the sanded shore;

For a streak of dawn-kindled clouds
Merging into sunlit daubs
In melded hues that have no names; -

If you can find utterance
For such sensory feelings,
You are indeed original.