E Zine of KV Pattom published by the Library

POETRY ON POETRY by Balu Gowtham

In Poetry on January 23, 2008 at 9:25 pm



Poetry is all pointless,
Or that’s what they say,
A difference in truth,
Wonder I, traveling their way,
Just patterned words, with self indulgent
Streams of sterile wisdom, defying
Worldly customs, not the slightest
Concern to differentiated feels, or
Traditions of myriad years
Writings out of magical wonder,
But beliefs independent, such
Of ominous strength, might, wounding
Deep on hearts of millions, Is it they,
Who suffer more, them or the poet,
Alone in dreams of a new world,
Living not just to live but to change,
Death leaves their dreams incomplete,
Left to us, pray to us, who sprays them,
For senseless dignity over to flames,
Flaming like the thoughts themselves, but
With the cannibals diet, so futile their lives,
No. It is not. For at a lost age somewhere
Away in time, their noble works are held
With pride, wept away were their ashes of crime,
And were considered masterpieces in rhyme

Balu  Gowtham

Class IX

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