I
The thoughts fine flow.. it lodging with the language
- just right - isn't less demanding a task, than
submitting work - to Science!
While first converts the fog into dew drops
- the latter's melting rocks.
II
To fulfill one's mission - that essence of Be -
one needs to rearrange the Space - his post
to accommodate..
As the surround - it edgings, became sharper
- hovering in silent void, it air cold.
III
Good poetry reading shoudn't call - to mimick
forms or contents, yet open inner space
- that locked child;
it precious key - to bloom out -
with new reality.
IV
What's in poetry most enthrilling, ain't with words
residing, neither it imaging reality.. nor spirituality
but in that unspoken stream;
unrevealed -
becoming revelation!
V
Ain't they already five? The number's not odd?
Strange! Then, let this fill the block
- thanks to Stephen Spender :)
as though Self, that new estate
didn't unbound - till end!
12-12-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem