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
1 comment:
THis is grt. Had not checked your profile and did not know that you are a journalist and a poet too. Its so nice of you to spare time to read and comment on my poems when you yourself write so well. Perhaps I should have realised it by simply looking at the words you use in your comments. How is Hitvada? Are you on the desk or reporting?
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