That’s all there is,
No – not the caterpillar before
Or, the butterfly after-
Just as I breathe, nourish and age
I become a little purer
And I write
And I know I will strike off and rewrite
If I have to,
Change is the only constant thing.
Sad, obscure, dark – isn’t a corner rack for poetry
It’ll be a shame not to write about it.
Who am I mourning for?
I am mourning for the world,
Who I am rejoicing with?
I am rejoicing with the world.
Truth, peace, harmony, love
I must be the change I wish to see in the world.
Tonight on Dversepoets Gay has us write about manifesto.
1) why you write
2) what threatens your passion (ultimately, your writing life)
3) why you will continue to write against all odds
It took me some time to compose this. Join here to read some wonderful poetry. The photo was taken sometime back in Kolkata.