Poems Of Head, Of Heart - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
There’s a poem hatching in heart,
Trying to surface, I try hard
Brick by painful brick, part by part,
My head as ever on the guard,
Trying to give the words new wings,
But child of labour hard if sings.
There’s oft one regardless that flows,
Struggling though, striking with tact.
As rhythm that rocks ever grows,
The sound’s born on the intersect,
And melody that comes to be,
The music is from depth of sea;
And when arrives safe on the shore,
Of head nor reason nor of rhyme,
More of rhythm, of divine time,
It comes from heart’s deepest core.
- Musings | 08.08.14 |
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