POET’S PANG AGAIN
esspeecee … 16.06.09.
I squeeze battered brain cells
For words: Poetry.
I wring my quiescent heart
For ejecting emotions: Poetry.
I moisten blotted tongue
For alphabets, words: Poetry.
I burn my poetic lamp
To lend silvery grains from cloud
To limn: Poetry.
In ceaseless rainy night
In dancing rain drops
Achingly I try to get: Poetry.
All have come to halt,
Obeys me not
Any more. Why?
Are they resting?
To start afresh? In me?
Inside:
Tossing, restless: I’m
- wild wind, tsunami: I’m in.
- scorpion stung cat: I’m like.
- xerosis, no oasis: I’m in.
Poets of world,
My petrified silence:
Pity me not.
Time is the
Best killer,
And healer.
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awesomely said. i like this poem.. a lot.
Poet Catrina rightly commented….time both healer and killer
An all out effort for Poem…like a plaintive…inside burning and boiling…what happens in poet’s mind while [before too] a vivid description diction…we readers get finish product = Poetry
Time is the // Best killer, // And healer. Indeed poets have boiling heart inside to reach to the concept and readers. Why time will kill creation? Creation is not out of mind just in quiescent state…so no pessimism O Dear Poet
Yes, time takes survey of all and it's time that has made me read this poem on poetry of yours!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True and well said time is the best killer and healer...a well balance presentation of Time...........Thanks! 10/10