A POEM
What is a poem??? Some true fragment of a poet’s life or just a minds imagination???
A simple game of gambling of words to attract readers or some true confession????
If a confession then why someone will take a risk of saying openly
The things hided to the closest can be so openly said to the strangers!!!
Strange…….so what is a poem????
If it’s a mind game then why so much interference into someone’s privacy
The boundaries for poets own life but not even a small barrier for someone’s feelings
Who has given them so much right to indulge into someone’s truths???
Strange yet the same question if not this then what is a poem???
Nothing in this world can be imagined until it’s seen by eyes…..
A glimpse is needed at least to complete unseen characters of a story…..
A feeling is at least needed to arrange some unrelated words together…..
Then what is a poem……a poet’s only friend in his lonely world
Or his views and feelings of something his eyes saw and felt!!!!
May be a poem is a poet and his surroundings…..
A silent friend his eyes search in the crowd……
A rhythm of his heart like a flowing river……..
Or a simply poetic excellence by a poet’s mind and an emptiness of a poet’s heart!!!!
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