Seeking the accurate definition of the poet
The one who states with polished etiquette
Express without any compulsion or threat
Thro’ the epic, ode, elegy, verse or sonnet
And the words are just honey dew smooth
Written with sincerity, honesty and truth
To relax the mind and the heart to soothe
With a vocabulary as gentle as the velvet
Traversing out straight through my soul
Into which emotions and passions enroll
Cooking them carefully in a literary bowl
With keenest effort to enrich the gourmet
May be somewhere in the course of time
Thoughts will echo and words will rhyme
Into the mind the imaginations will prime
Making me feel as a colossus or a midget
Often checking my fluency of the words
Viewing perceptions hovering like birds
Through the psyche approaching towards
My memoirs which are difficult to forget
Always haunting me every now and then
Unable to check it whenever they happen
A curse or a boon I wish I could unfasten
Escape away from being destiny’s puppet
With a wish to reap from the seeds sown
For most of the journey I’ve been alone
Still few moments I wish to call my own
Enshrouding myself in a visionary casket
Monday, June 29, 2009
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