Let The Muse Decide... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

I never want poetry to be very popular
even with philistine heads that churn out
some plaudits on the face of musical lyrics
prompted by unleashed flood of mere emotion.

I love to imbibe the whole poem
that has the louder soul than the flexed muscles
that`ll outlast the little reading span
that`ll electrocute all my senses

with the lightening of the benevolent fire.
poetry is as sublime as the holy shapeless shape!
why should poets manipulate the Muse
just to gratify the will and thrill of the cursed morons?