It Opening Poem by Neran Sati

Even the finest poetry, seemingly most true and honest
one - ain't here for that purpose sole. For self sake -
it just to Be - as the flower, any God's creature, or
thing we need. Ain't an exclamation, neither easing up
- an excretion - that natural species! - nor a kind of
the self revelation, but more one of.. pending addiction,
being in love - with itself!

For there's - wishing or not - always certain strategy
involved. As in any human act - let all - just to climb
somewhere, or stay there - somewhere - at the very
top, where it imaging, the flying thoughts, it articulating
core, it very heart - were taught as the embracing, let
pondering, that Magic Throne Of Words - above else
all. It preceding, if not creating the World. It opening.