Poetry Not only you Leena…
I, too............... dislike it…
From creating…… to nurturing it….
Reading it…..
before one healthy deaf…
However, with a perfect contempt for it,
One discovers in it,
after all, Sometimes I feel…..
That these useless lines can heal…..
How badly wounded is my heart……
Waters with care ……
My thirsty & dirty desert…..
And sometimes I feel (hallucination)
As if I am in the cloud nine….
a place for the genuine….
Where the mind and soul…could entwine…..
By Nihar Ranjan………..
Dt.7th Dec 2008, IIPH
one minute it lifts our soul the next it throws into an abyss this act of reading and writing what we call poetry, doc!
haha...........that is what it does to all of us............dsnt it? well penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry for some is self healing, we express our Heartache, Happiness, Anger and so on in form of words..... It works for me anyway 10/10