My Anonymous Poems Poem by Rajnish Mishra
My Anonymous Poems
My poems are signed anonymous,
For anonymous they are,
From somewhere they come,
Sometimes.
Who makes them?
What time?
Which place?
In what climes?
I think not I fathom it all.
I know it as true,
That there are those two
In presence of who
They come.
Catalysts of creation
Are pain and separation,
In them alone do I trust.
So, pain and separation:
Catalysts of creation,
Keep them alive I must.
Drop after drop
Of pain let drip and stain,
The sheets of life.
Drop after red drop,
From raw lacerations,
Drain and drip
From wounds of separation,
And word by word
Congeal on sheets.
Let poems come,
At least sometimes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I like this poem. It is such a big truth. It made me think of RW Emerson, when he wrote in his essay, the poet: [For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings, and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, or a verse, and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem. The men of more delicate ear write down these cadences more faithfully, and these transcripts, though imperfect, become the songs of the nations.] Could completely connect tot he wonderful truth expressed in your poem. Excellent!