POETRY UTTERED ITS MESSAGE

“Can I meet you?” I asked poetry    

“You can, you are always welcome” poetry said

“I am not an erudite” I told

“To reach me you do not have to be an erudite” poetry said

“I am not even educated” I reported

“I am beyond education” poetry clarified to me-

I kept on gazing at poetry…               

Like the sky, poetry too was gazing at me… 

Then Poetry uttered its message-  

“Do not carry opinions and fixed notions

And do not get spoiled-

Do not yield to definitions

And do not get ruined-

Ignore people who discuss about me

Ignore people who delineate me 

Have passion, have emotions

Have views, have visions

I shall be with you, you be with me

Come, you yourself find harmony”        

I received that message  

I crossed many a mirage 

While a cool wind was blowing    

In my mind and in my heart, I spoke

“Thank you mother

 Keep blessing me forever”.