Is Poetry A Great Lie? Poem by RAJESH.C BOSE

Is Poetry A Great Lie?



Poetry is something sublime
Said by my friends supreme
Cause' I wanted to be a poet
As poets are something next
Higher than rulers framing laws.

Go and read the classics
Said the wise in highs
I was hungry like a lion
Ancient urns were devoured in
Modern poets were swallowed in
But poetry remained a distant dream.

Go and learn the language well
Said my father in despair
Tutored by masters well
But the mastery remained a distant dream.

What I wrote was neither poetry
Nor fancy it was
My quill failed to compose
My heart failed to pour out
Though it was filled with gems
Gems chiseled by masters noted.

So suicidal was the thought
To bury my dream in the desert
My quill was helpless
As if my mind was hopeless
Fluttered away was my accumulated knowledge.

What a bliss I go through now
In the silence of this wilderness
I'm emptied off my knowledge
And all the burden of the past
Flying away from me.

Oh! What is flickering inside me!
From the silence of my heart
It is throbbing in my senses
With silent sounds so mellifluous
But devoid of any sensible meanings.

How to paint these shapeless creatures
Cause'I'm empty now
But I have to dot it out
Or my senses will fail me.

Oh! what is raining around me!
The sky is showering leaves for me
I took a tender leaf in dream.
Thus, my first poem was born
Not by intelligence but in silence!

Friday, October 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 19 October 2014

Poems are born in silence.....! So suicidal was the thought To bury my dream in the desert Wise that you have come to this realization..... Never bury your dream of becoming a poet in the desert, for you have talent!

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