Life is beyond words
Remember this, know and open lips
to utter and be thankful
if it beams in a few words;
What does a poet have?-
Strange, obscure blossom of words
Strange and obscure?
perhaps being untimely
perhaps beyond the daily routine
yet have truth and beauty
not like possession
but as life; obscure then?- for ungauged .
A strange measure of being known;
born as thistle or calf
alive as a thorn or wolf
and died like stone
all measured... what a way to know
What a flow or procession
of birth, life and death
as if were only visages
as if were only images
without inner silken link of breathe
by Mukund Malve
dated July 2004
Friday, September 19, 2008
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