Wednesday, 6 July 2011

The Pleasure of Poetry!

We continued on paper
to draw engraved mark
paint and picture and / or write
wordy figures and images, forms
of rhythmic 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 broken 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 peotic creativity.
But the question remains :
Is this indeed the poetry?

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