(‘A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth’–P.B.Shelly)
A seed of poetry is planted in the core of a heart in commotion
That is stirred and vibrated by something beautiful or terrible
But, it is a truth about everyday life, maybe yours or someone else’s
It will rise from love’s lovely emotion, or the serene scenery of nature
Or from the story of blood-stained wars of warriors
But it captures the moments in its eternal words.
The poet is a witness to the world inside and outside
And his pulse resonates with the universe
His pen captures the feelings of the tiniest creature
to the experiences of the vast nature
He enters into the soul of his muse and feels the feelings
By the golden touch of his pen
Something ordinary may rise
to the status of extraordinary
But, truth, nothing but truth is the poet’s real muse.
Bharati Nayak
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