Truth Is Another Form Of Psyche Poem by Ravindra Kumar

I like how rhyme is balanced with content - the feeling of compromise that spurns from most such poems (sacrificing from rythm, rhyme or fluidity one in favor of any other) is elegantly avoided. Yet, (and perhaps this is an overly subjective comment) I feel that this poem could be improved still - it is as yet a definition of psyche as understood and filtered by and through an aesthetic filter of a true poet at heart. The poem is a beautiful and personal definition of psyche. Nevertheless, I read it as a definition, as something one may find in a dictionary written by the ones perceptive to beauty. The poet's explanation, that I read after I had digested the poem itself (: Truth is considered herein the disguise of psyche.) fit very well with my own interpretation of the work. It is rare that I find poems that hold their own meaning against style, which, in most cases, seems either forced onto a strong meaning, or I find poems that have beautiful meaning that is unfortunately hidden beneath a forced, unnatural beautiful-sounding-meant-to-be-recited soundscape. If there is something meant to be appreciated hereI I say, first of all, Consider the balance between content and form! ...considering it here, I find the poet's technique rather worthy of appreciation. If there was something to be improved, and I repeat myself, most probably I am being subjective - that something that could be improved may be the Artist's Dictionary feeling I, at least, get when reading this poem. The same idea of the psyche being one's own guide to truth (as I see it, the truth appreciated is the only sure and true truth that a human can access, and that is his or her own, personal truth - which may be the universal truth in some terms) could be presented to the reader in a more veiled manner, under a guise, under a practical guise. Go from the experienced general towards the univeral general. Never fit good meaning into tight shapes of form, i.e. Rhyme or Meter, if what one tries to convey is a truly felt message that one wishes to show. The importance of the meaning, in my mind at least, should always precede, in frame of priority, the form of a poem. Form to poetry is now what clothing is on a woman.