The Poet's World

by Rani Turton

How many poets have these pavements known
Stepping and storming, thinking and weaving
Lines into dreams; these cracked intellectual stones
Have mutely remained still under the onslaught of words:
Silent in the fury of the poet's world.

This twisted tree has seen me too
Trying to reason out what I did,
The evidence of the illogical emotion
And the rational linear world.

Why did the clouds run away?
Was there a reason the moon suddenly hid?
Why did the waves slosh and fall?
Fated to follow the tide,
Feelings and fate, the poems pour out.

The city waits, accepting the flow
Of verse that, thrown into the river
Flowed on, flowed on. The river takes all
And life carries on, carries on.

24-Jul-2012

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Comments on this Poem

Liked it. The British and the Indian has merged!

sharbaaniranjankundu
27-Jul-2012 21:32 PM

So beautiful.'Life carries on, carries on' as do a river and poetry.Regards.

Sony Dalia
25-Jul-2012 05:48 AM

A likeable deviation from the myriad poems on poetry!

Kanchan Bhattacharya
24-Jul-2012 21:12 PM