Ere enacting the act
blessed consummation of paper and pen, my soul sent supplicating prayers to the sanctorum of the sweet muses, eyes closed.
A formidable foreplay of
thought followed even before the enigmatic attire of diction, design and devices.
Heavy traffic of thoughts with the profound lines of
Nature adored by Wordsworth, Keats and Shelly.
Enviable lines of Eliot
Philosophical phrases of Frost, seminal sonnets of Shakespeare, breakfree broodings of Browning
all marched past heralding a carnival of colourful composition.
Agile pen kisses
on paper physique
Curves and cuts
Thuds and throbs.
The consummation
culminated with an arduous after play of editing and resulted in
the immediate birth of
my peculiar poesy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem