gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

From which time


From which time
Poetry is coming to me
What is the shape
What is the size
Who is there to say
I am okay
And it is my wish
How many poetry I have written so far
Who is there to explain all from the start
No question no puzzle
Only poetry you can enjoy with gazelle
Nobody is here to gear
Only answer only ancient literature
Nobody is there to say anything
And there is nothing and nothing
I have eyes I can see
I have ears I can hear
I have hands I can offer
What is that that I have seen
I have heard I can offered
Nothing nothing nothing
Said the sky and it is echoing
In the air in life in the and
in the words sentences
You are uttering not uttering my dear.

Submitted: Sunday, February 17, 2013

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  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (2/17/2013 5:23:00 AM)

    Poetry well defined and descriptive lines convey well your personal views. Actually it is an art and Poetry like any Art requires study, training, practice, and skill. It is not enough, I think to have mere passion without definite form, as that would bring random thoughts flowing like a river into all directions and meaning spreads. To study the works of master is very helpful and to have inspiration and creativity completes the art. We have several poetry groups in facebook too where international readers can comment and read our work. I hope you find them very helpful, but as always, we read and study, and we write. (Report) Reply

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