Nature of Poetry
At the start,
I did not know,
I was not aware,
I did not understand,
How poetry, suddenly,
Entered my life
Or whether poetry
Entered my life at all.
The experience was
Mysterious and I felt
Mesmerized by the
Power of verse,
Gentle readers,
And I stood motionless,
Staring blankly into
Outer space, as if one
Possessed by demons,
Or a fire that burns inside
Your heart and turns the
Earth under your
Feet into ashes:
Poetry would not
Talk with me,
Poetry would answer
None of my questions,
But poetry cast a
Magical spell over me
And held me
In awe and fascination.
Poetry covered me in
Mud and brandished
A sword and talked
In several tongues:
It was as if poetry
Possessed a will
Of its own:
Poetry was a snake
And I was charmed
By its magnificence.
Suddenly,
Poetry smoked a cigar,
And, later, a pipe
And started to
Sing in an alien voice.
Suddenly,
Poetry turned
Diamonds into stone,
Water into wine,
Poetry healed the sick,
And, later, poetry
Walked away in
A silk dress and
High-heeled shoes,
Poetry smoked
A Cuban cigar,
Poetry ignored me
And did not bother
To say even good-bye,
I tried to reach out,
But poetry avoided
Me, deliberately
And intentionally,
And, finally, poetry
Was lost in the
Shadows and
Gone forever?
Would I ever
Experience poetry again?
BIO:
Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors and party with close friends. He is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.
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