The mind and its ‘eager interruptions’,
Creating a magnificent amphitheatre of identity,
With thoughts comfortably settling into chairs,
Gladly listening to a rhythmic interview,
Where poetry takes the centre stage.
It’s a cryptic acquaintance–the poem,
Words pacing up and down,
A heap of alphabets cracking some chaos,
Commas and hyphens engaging in an argument,
The poetic mind kindling its own narrative.
Metaphors, similes and phrases,
Alone and palely loitering,
Until intoned timely,
Accordingly, the lines being born,
The pen moving leisurely on the paper.
The poetic puddle exciting,
Where verses stream in as spectators,
Inside the mind unaccustomed to time,
The opaque driveway of fantasy and rapidity,
The poet soddened happily in the conclave!
Rajshree Rathore
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