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I am poetry, the unstoppable expression
Capriciously I flow, with my vivid emotions.

Indoctrinated, but always limitless
Though carved out of time yet timeless!

With set limits of rhythm, rhymes and syllable count
My words are clustered around an ornate wall mount.

My sagacity is seized in line lengths
Cocooned in a nutshell, I am subdued strength.

I want to be poetry, cherished, but not trashed
Flawless and flowing, but with you I never clashed.

Poised, beautiful, yes! I am enigma!
But Ah! Crucified and rendered varied stigma.

I am poetry, a few words which speak abundance,
I can endure all, but negligence.

A haiku, a tanka, I am a little couplet
Derived ages back, from a Shakespearean sonnet.

Without muddling through the banks, I flow like a river
Grounded and decorous, not a grantee but a giver!

Let me be poetry, let me flow within my limits
Let the stream be unrestrained, set free my poetic spirits!

Chiseled from a palette, I’m not mere tapestry
 A canvas art, a woman, I am poetry.

Sangeeta Mishra

  • Manisha Awasthi

    Such a beautiful piece. Loved reading it Sangeeta!

  • Amit Misra

    Very polished work!

  • Rakesh Pandey

    A long time ago, I got interested in Polynesian history and read a lot about Hawaii, Bora Bora, Tahiti etc. During that time, I read about a folklore of around 11th circa, which mentioned a beautiful moon faced woman called Marama, who helped her stubborn and gentle husband Teroro in escaping the bloodthirsty god Oro on the islands of Tahiti. She asked him to leave in a canoe and herself stayed on the war torn island of Bora Bora, to ensure his safety by praying to Tane, the god of deep oceans. During the long and dangerous journey from Bora Bora to Hawaii, which crossed the equator, her spirit followed the canoe, screaming and assuring in the dreams of the terrified Teroro…

    This poem reminded me of that woman! In the terrifying storms of the pacific, she standing before the mast of the tiny canoe, her hair windswept by the mighty god Ta’aroa, who ruled the winds! Her enormous courage giving a moral support and strength to her husband! Her shrill voice screaming, daring and blending in the whistle of the wind… “I’m the canoe…!”

    Wow!

  • Rajeev Moothedath

    Very nice…

  • Kashifah

    Beautiful ❤❤

  • Purba Chakraborty

    This is such a beautiful poem. Loved reading it 🙂

  • Truly a very well written poem.

  • Very nicely written! Great poem!

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