Jaydeep Sarangi Poet Lyric

Baby Growing In a Poet

Death has different meanings for us at different stages of life
So is poetry.
Its images are collage
Of thoughtful ideas wedded into a door,
Symbols are its bricks and stones
Of a home of thoughts,
Where nerves make a man grow
Like a poem 
Beginning, middle and an end.
‘I revise quite a lot.’, says a veteran poet.
The fragile erotic moments of love, lust  and of touch
Come and go,
dream of a rivulet  where tribal  women are splashing away in the rain water
poetry captures them in sweet cadence.

It’s a movement in men,
A bubble of desire
That leaps water
As black cloud does in monsoon.
Poetry is close to heart
It moves hearts,
Extends things further
Where colourful mosaics 
Drag sensations from bricks and metals.

Lovers have a full day,
In rhymed thoughts.All red!
An art form may predate literacy
Beside a rivulet
Far away from the city’s rust.
Life rides on words!

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