Monody
In memory of poetry
Forgotten by all
On the World Poetry Day!
Missing! Missing! Missing? Found her anywhere? How to locate her?
Let me her describe. Imbibes she all that is the best. To life, she adds taste. Delicate she is, fragile, wispy. Yet very strong.
God-gifted is her blessing. She can charm and subdue a king. She is beautiful. She is simple. She is straightforward. In fact, so much so, she touches any heart, however world-withered. To the world-weary, ambrosia she gives. Of hope, of love, of days better n best ways.
Today is her day. Missing she is!Missing! Missing! Where to find her?
In the money mad metros? In forests with tree stumps? In river beds where fish die? In hearts as bone dry? In souls that to wound others try?
No, no, no, dead she is not!
Like the rare rainbow, appears she. Like the sparrow of a baby story, chirps she.
Find her fast. Thus would lost wor(l)ds forever last!
Know her not? Ah, yes, when the prosaic reigns, Poetry is forever lost!
Pratima@March 21 is the World Poetry Day. None remembered it. Neither schools, nor colleges, not even slam sessions. In a world, lost to money, finance, slandering, polluting, politicking, services, industries, technologies, who wants poetry? Missing she is.
Amen! Om Shanti!
Yet why not remember? By the undulating space ship on a navy blue sea dolphins dance for sheer joy!
She stays!
To Poetry, eternal, forever n in forms new. On the World Poetry Day which few knew!
N.B.: The internet page cannot hold poetry precisely. I had structured it differently. But in the 'i.t.'enabled blog, thus alone can she log!
Really missing her in this speedy era.
ReplyDeleteYes! May I know your name as you, too, seem to miss her.
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