Poetothemics Poem by Aftab Alam

Poetothemics

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Listen my dear friend,
No magician can make
Moon, a beautiful lass.
But a poet can.

No device can grasp
The language of celestial
But a poet can.

You know! How he dug out the beauty
From sorrow and melancholy
Mixed it with wine and enjoyed.

And he, enjoyed the song of her,
language which was not known to him.

And He, depicted spirit of French revolution
As a spiritual bird.An Albatross.

My friend busted and questioned to me.
'What device they the poets keep?
How they operate these devices? '

I replied..

Poets are caged with moon
And drinks the beauties of nature
With the colour of his own eyes
And thus making the painting on
Imagination canvas..vase of nature
That speak and stick in the thought
Of the reader, Poets are holy
I want to be a poet, to bring
the truth and guide
I am half lunatic and rest half
I suffer with my own folly own folly!
Colours of life keepeth the insect
A visionary Insect,
What it is called -A Vinsect,

And when a vinsect bites to a poet
Poetothemics is activated.

'Never heard such words before! '
Asked my friend
Wow made a noise
Now you heard from me!
Finally he laughed and said
Knew a creature
I must call them -A nature's freak


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Friday, November 30, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: poets
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
(Vinsect- Visionary insect and Poetothemics= theme dynamics of a poet)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Enebeli Ifeanyi 30 November 2012

a poet sees a picture, and tell of it a thousand times. 9ce poems. I enjoyed it

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