those ahead of us
devotees of the craft have arrived at the
conclusion that the best lines
must end in a suicide,
those that remained have always prayed for them
and for all of us
still in this usual everyday
of struggle, we wish we pray
keep us away from the best lines
give us the wisdom of the divine verses
the freshness of life
the helplessness of the baby
waking up and then crying for help
always wanting of affection
our poems must yield to the pink cheeks of youth
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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