"What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility".
The poet does not have the sole and exclusive right over his poem. At times, poem chooses the poet. Words on their own dictate the poet to note down the lines. The only intellectual capital of the poet, if there is any, in his poetic sensibilities and perspective. Sensibility is his inward being and perspective is how he sees his surroundings. Sometimes the poet remains in the oblivion, outside the circumference of the poem. That is the discourse of his meditation, and salvation. What more does a poet need to prove his existence ? My book is now in your hands for critical scrutiny which you have acquired with the language of your consciousness and wisdom. It gives me immense pleasure to expect my readers to have an open dialogue with the poems. I am to conclude with the extract of the poem "Accomplice" by Jorge Luis Borges. "They crucify me, I have to be the Cross, the nails. They hand me the cup, I have to be the hemlock They trick me, I have to be the lie They burn me alive, I have to be the hell". Need I say anything more after the extract ? --Dr. Ratikanta MishraRelated Subjects
Poetry