gajanan mishra

Gold Star - 23,815 Points (3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

A good poet


A good poet.
Who is a good poet?
Is good poet sinless?
Who is sinless?
And what is a sin?
Who is free from
Obtuseness, inactivity
Heedlessness and delusion?

And what is a poem?
What is it like?
Who is writing poems?
Is poem in love?
And what is love
In this world of passions
Attachment, aversion.

Is poet happy?
Ask the poet and
The answer you received
Is not his
Hearing the answer
Are you in tranquility.
A good poet
A good poet.

Submitted: Friday, June 07, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, January 06, 2015

Topic of this poem: poetic expression

Form: Dramatic Monologue


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  • Rookie - 74 Points Pankhuri Sinha (1/22/2015 3:07:00 AM)

    A poem is a form of expression that says something about a form of art, apart from its topic. It could be a set of good questions. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 539 Points James Fitzpatrick (1/8/2015 8:12:00 PM)

    I like this, I like the way it is written almost Russian in he way it questions what is going on around it.... (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 8,157 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/5/2015 9:04:00 PM)

    A good poet is one who is content with their dimension of expression, and because so, that contentment which is empowers Confidence then resonates into the eyes and minds of that poets audience...Kind of like the one who walks down the walkway with a air of importance....He/she immediately seem to attract people that otherwise might not give them a 2nd look....Enjoyed this piece...Wekk crafted...~FjR~ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 316 Points Abdulrazak Aralimatti (12/31/2014 1:46:00 AM)

    the same thoughts comes to me and i ask myself who am I/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? //? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,005 Points Rajnish Manga (11/22/2014 4:53:00 AM)

    The poet talks of the subject at various and poses several questions to himself. A good poet should be a man of substance rising out of his tranquility. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 431 Points Marcondes Pereira (9/5/2014 9:48:00 PM)

    Poets and poems are complex puzzles, full of emotions, thoughts and sensations translated in beautiful words. You poems are full of passion and feeling. Congratulations! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,087 Points Soumita Sarkar (6/18/2014 12:03:00 AM)

    See these lines are soooo terse and sharp till it reaches the heart.....Thanks...the way questions are raised...........it really surprises the reader. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mockingjay Mellark (5/8/2014 4:43:00 PM)

    Very nice poem. I like the last stanza especially. It makes me think that poets aren't just spouting poetry, the poetry is merely using the poet as a vessel through which to pour forth. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 162 Points Anand Brown (4/25/2014 2:25:00 AM)

    Evocative poem about the distortions in reasoning we face daily. Reminds me of a poem by Levertov entitled What were they like. Keep writing with seamless brilliance! (Report) Reply

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