Monday, 20 June 2011

The Pleasure of Poetry

We continued on paper
To draw engraved mark
PPaint and picture and/ or write
Wordy figures and images, forms
of the rhthmic songs and verses
Filled it up with vital colours of our memories
And Claimed; This is poetry...

We went on expressing our own
cravings and bloken decency and decorum
spent up dreams, tales of false pride
and claimed; this is reality of life
We got involved in that so much
and also lost ourselves; and yet
carried on merely with pleasure
on paper; we declared; This is the
form and style of poetic creativity.
But the question remains;
Is this indeed the poetry?


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