How is it that I did not write any poem for a long time ? Even in National Poetry month? Who is on fasting ? Me or the month ? .......
Perhaps I turned my face from the poetry -world since I felt nausea in reading and listening poems .Because I read them too much and too devotedly for long time ; Most poems of recent 'poets' I get in my mail-box are too obscured to digest , not to me alone, but I doubt ,to the poet her(him)-self who also may be unable to explain theme or meaning clearly !Some poems seem to be amalgamation of words only ,while some are as big as prose to make one bore. I never feel bore to read Shelly Byron,Keats, Wordsworth ,Tennyson or Yeats repeatedly ;Also they never tortured me to consult dictionary ! Even Dante or Horace did not give me so much pain to search word-meaning as the recent poems do. Emotion evaporates while poetry becomes artificially complicated , pedantic. Is it that to encourage the literary spirit of this high tech-prone-country, our poet laureates embraces any poem (whether mockery ,mimmic or grotesque ) without judgement?
Internet has given us freedom to express and share our emotions in our own way . We are utilizing (or exploiting!) our full opportunity. In the digital age fertile literary field has proliferated profusely: inflation of poetic genius along with genie. Before the abundance of weed or parasite suck the fertility from literature, little lawn-mowing and clearing the weed is necessary to welcome literary renaissance. Isn't? Anyway before the removal of weed I must post my poem :'Homage to Poetry Month'.
"Beloved Offspring Of Season"..
April opens the season of spring like a cordial king
Wavy grassland wading in the warmth of sunshine,
Nature pours all its hidden treasure, spell the fragrance
Of Daffodil, primrose, cherry blossom all beautiful colors;
Robin ,cuckoo, honeybee :coir of chirping birds,
What a melody of sounds !
The new red leaves in plants symbolize the renewal of life
Even defying the panic of pandemic covid-19 !
But human are still far from coming out of risk or fear.
April! you are natures' beloved child
Throughout ages you stir and reign poets' mind.
Blue sky with warmth of sunlight and swaying flowers
Declare the triumph of climate over weather
Though chill wind often reminds the whip of jealous winter.
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