The Poetic Art

Poem By Raghurama Raju

No, that's not the way
One should compose a poem!
If everybody understands
What's great about it?
Who bothers to read and recommend?
Change the order of the words madly,
Use words you don't know the meaning
Let the imagery be irrelevant!
Revise, revise and revise
Until the verse becomes
Unintelligible to yourself!
And then see!
The world stands there with flowers in its hands
To praise and felicitate you!
Though, in privacy, they scratch their heads to know
What your lines really mean!

Comments about The Poetic Art

The world stands there with flowers in its hands To praise and felicitate you! Though, in privacy, they scratch their heads to know What your lines really mean! The poet's mind and what all he wants to say....... very nice poem. tony
The world stands there with flowers in its hands To praise and felicitate you! .../// beautiful and excellent expression
Let the imagery be irrelevant! Revise, revise and revise Until the verse becomes......a clear understanding of the poem is necessary. The readers are very busy in this busy world. many dont have time to sit peacefully and read poems. in olden times it was different. i think, poetry should be crystal clear.. it should provide for easy reading with a noble ideal. thank u dear poet. tony
Raghurama, such an excellent poem...................
Well thought-out and nicely brought forth with conviction. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing Raju.


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