A Mother of All Poems
K. Radhakumar *
My poem is a mere poem
And is nothing to the poor.
It is not a loaf of bread
To the hungry,
Not a mouthful of water
To the thirsty.
I write a poem,
Then another
And then another.
When I drink a glass of whisky,
Then another
And then another –
I get drunk.
I am never satisfied
With what I have written.
What if it is a word of truth
For my friends
For my brothers and sisters;
A word of truth
That outlives the poor versifier.
Nothing lasts in this world
Nothing lasts
Nothing
Not even my love of the younger days.
Beauty, sex, love
It changes colour in autumn.
Muse!
Do not desert me.
Let us write a poem
My poem of life
A mother of all poems.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was posted on March 25, 2016.
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