Can A Poet Surrender To Misery
You can break the neck
of a poet
to stop a hand to write
but the soul will
spiral
spirits of expression, to run
none could kill the
instinct
and none can kill the
instinct.
All oceans - in a drop do lie
that a poet holds in his eye
and a world wells up in
him
trickles: an extinct
jewel, grim
to see unleash of a misery
a story, of a story , in a story.
A poet puts spirit of soul in a word
the expressions to be heard -
creates, a throbbing heart scene
for heartful feelings to be
seen -
strength of spirit
has power: immense
to set in a sense for,
sense - nonsense.
When poet is severed from ancestry
heritage belonging and home of history
displaced physically - wears torture agony,
bruised, blue and black signs to carry
Just a memory of the Homeland
gets him lonely, in deprivation to stand.
© arvind shah 17/10/15
In memory of homeland, which he was forced to flee 25 years back.
