(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

Sweet Poetry

Sweet Poetry pouring light
Reached down from her lofty land,
On my lidless fish-eyes laid her hand
And gave me a newborn sight.

Then pulled me out of the shoal
Made me a citizen of the world
My old scales softly hurled
And whispered of a worthier goal.

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Comments (3)

its kinda nice to read...but its like 'COME TO THE POINT'
I would like it only when there was a bit of witchcraft and wizardry in it instead
I am inspired from this poem