I am sharing below a masterfully crafted poem by one of my favourite poets.
I cannot even begin to describe how elegant and enthralling his poetry is! Well, let me try – so much so that I had to sit down and ardently read all of his poems last month, and then re-read them! I felt, in Emily Dickinson’s words – “If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry.”
His poetry beautifully captures his thoughts ; his poems make you THINK, or altogether change your perspective about the world around you.
Reading him made me realize that I still have a very long way to go.
Let me just admit it, we are fortunate to read a truly gifted poet like him, whose poetry can withstand the test of time!
Sing me a song, buddies,
Make it longer than this night,
There is a man at the end of road
Whom I wish to never fight.
Make me forget about today,
And tommorow if you can,
I will live with yesterday,
As a shallow, old man,
I lived yesterday like today,
And tommorow as yesterday,
How I wish for the tommorow,
I could live as today.
For I am far too tired,
Carrying stones upon my back,
I will be needing them somewhere they said,
For filling all the cracks.
But here is the funniest thing,
That before I took this helpful stone,
I don’t remember having any,
Fissures of my own.
Oh I have been a fool, I have,
To pledge my life to those,
Who taught me how to tiptoe,
By cutting all my toes,
And no I am not invoking,
The vomit of your tears and pity,
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