Cry in the Wilderness

by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar



Drop by drop My blood drips off me On the tapestry of hard work, On the tiresome toil Engraving a poetic tableau Of dedication-- My commitment On the futile canvas Of transient life... Vivid vista of abstruse ideas, Suffering, pains, miseries Woven together Painstakingly shaded And graded with happiness Found, and bound In my poetic art Mostly subjective objectified Profound in feel And deeper thoughts Well wrought in blotted color Goes useless, unnoticed, Unappreciated Dirt-blurred by the sands Of ruthless Time My poetic voice is lost Crying in the wilderness...

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03-Aug-2013

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"Every poet has different opinion about making poetry. For wordsworth it is “spontaneous over flow of powerful feelings” for Shelley “it is natural” but your way of making poetry is quite different as you writes, “drop by drop my blood dripping off me” it evinces that creation of poetry is not natural but it takes a hard labour and time in its creation your idea sounds like one of the modern poet who believes,“ … every oeuvre there is nothing like miracle but hard labour…”. Your writing way is so rhetoric (using tapestry as metaphor) that enriches poetic diction. Just as a simple cloth can be made expensive and beautiful by using different colours embroidery of thread in the same way a poet creates a poem by taking all kinds of colours from the life ( sorrow, grief happiness and so on) a new theory of poetic creation…"- Durga Patva, UP

bhaskaranandjhabhaskar
06-Oct-2014 08:05 AM

Thanks a lot Padmaja madam for realizing the tone and compunction poetically expressed..!! with due regards...!!:)

bhaskaranandjhabhaskar
12-Aug-2013 11:38 AM

The resentment exuding through this well written poem is palpable and quite understandable...The common feeling when good wlrk goes unappreciated and unrecognized, has been excellently articulated.

Padmaja Iyengar
12-Aug-2013 02:20 AM