End rhymes can’t turn prosaic idea into poetry
Poetry is an alchemy, its secret is poet’s alone
Kalidasa knew, Peddana also knew
Krishna Sastry, Sri Sri knew
Live in the present, reflect this world
Open the windows to invite all winds in
Your words must be original,
Emerge from your insides- tearing
Brother! Poetry has to open the deepest areas of light
Expand the range of consciousness
Showering fire or raining nectar
Beauty and joy are its ultimate.
(extracts from “Novelty-Poetry” of Tilak )
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