A penman was asked to look through.
Homes are bereft of poetry sessions.
They want hissab, of all that it can do!
They say poetry can't solve equations
like math does, nor can do cesareans
like science does; true too can't make
guns to be mounted on to Centurions!
Nor can it manage a nuclear holocaust
to blast people to pieces to the utmost,
to welter in the aftermath of a tragedy
scripted by a real mathematical ghost!
Poetry can't toss off battle lines where
none exist. It can't array canons where
skies are romancing with hills & dales.
O, no,no, poetry is for love everywhere.
Poetry begins in prayer. It gushes forth,
from the heart, as gratitude pours forth
for all that cosmos showers on us sans
begging or hissab, so we blossom forth!
Without poetry, heart is gonna run dry,
at the end of a manic day, awaits to cry.
Poetry and prayer are sisters twin who
swim in an ocean of love, flowing high!
One who is prayerful, is honestly a man.
Poetry is the vehicle to convey it to man
Poetry is the alter ego of prayerfulness.
Poetry is a manifestation of prayer, man!
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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