Poetry! Its mysterious call
Am I destined to accept?
Is it her force or my will?
Who knows?
Half way through it disappears!
Frustrated I too withdraw.
Let it ring! Ignore the sales pitch!
Let it dwell in deep caverns of mind!
How peaceful!
No body is there now!
Wait!
Who is tiptoeing in my dreams?
That enigmatic whisper!
Its vibrating echoes!
Badgering of that unanswered call
Lingers on!
Oh! I feel lost!
There is an ocean of joy there.
Why did I not answer?
Afraid of deep dives?
Perhaps!
So much easy to sit on shore!
Watch others play!
Let game of life shift to other players!
Well may be I could wet my feet a little!
Of course! A lost child needs to return
To the loving embrace of mother!
It is the elixir of a poet's life!
Acknowledge the adhesive!
It holds the self together!
Accept the call! However clumsy you are!
Poetry's call is a compelling call! Why hesitate to respond to it. Sometimes, we may reach only half way. But don't give up. Start all over again. It is worth it!
Great finish, Accept the call! However clumsy you are! Very thoughtful treatise on poetry.
poetry........... very difficult to define. what is a painting to a painter or dance to a dancer. poetry.. a rhythm. not every time poetry needs to be exposed, some times not even to the poet. how to say when silence we have as a poem! very beautiful poem
Thank you so much for your insight and thoughtful comment. Appreciate it very much.
In any condition, whether it is accepted destiny or dream through thought poetry comes. Poetry is definitely mysterious. In clumsy or in relaxed condition poetry flourishes. Lost child should return to the loving embrace of mother. An interesting poem is very well crafted and shared here....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry's call is spontaneous. When the call comes better be ready to jot down.