Poetry is dead!

 Does the title of our blog startle you?A disturbing title, especially  because we are in the throes of the World Poetry Day, as declared by the UNESCO, right?  Well, personally, i LOVE poetry. Yet just look around us. Are there any signs of anything dimly poetic?

Remember our blog yesterday? The one that dealt with the disappearance of the chirping sparrow who had been our constant companion till almost 2005? Certainly, the 2008 economic downfall seems to have forever extinguished the tiny birdie! Who cares though?

 So long as tigers flourish in forests that Blake would have disliked, who bothers about a useless non-entity like a sparrow, hardly a tourist attraction? That manipulative, exploitative, materialistic and mercenary look-out on the world kills all poetry!

The KateGate, for instance. A nice read indeed! An ill woman cannot 'patiently' recuperate, but all sorts of ugliest gossip is consumed large scale on the social media, the real opium these days.

 That is the crazy reality today, like the Singapore father who killed his autistic twins out of concern about their future, it seems! After such Auschwitz's of daily disillusionments of all sorts, what poetry, which poetry, and how poetry?

For poetry to flourish, nourishment is necessary. Never merely a word game nor sheer versification, poetry is born(e) in imagination. It is a vision that is ethical.  Remember how the "आद्य काव्य" initiates? In the searing pain a sensitive soul  feels for the mindless murder a hunter attempts;   "मा निषाद "! In the negative injunction that bemoans mindless, heartless cruelty begins the great epic!

Poetry is this sensitivity. Poetry is this sincerity. Poetry is soul-born(e). Poetry is essential. Despite deepfakes of all sorts, poetry would eternally be re-born. It is in the rhythm of diurnality. It rhymes in the very flow of life. Long live poetry!

Pratima@ Poetry is like dropping a petal down the Great Canyon, and waiting for the echo, someone wrote. Well, the very wind buzzes with the scented swirl of the pretty petal as gravity itself lifts it heavenwards!