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Hemant Bawankar

Words ….and Poetry

(This poem has been cited from my book The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.)

My words

never sleep.

When you are sleeping

then

and

even when I sleep

then too.

 

These words are

my existence

my identity.

 

When the world sleeps

in their own sleep,

then these words

awake me

and

make me feel that

some words are innocent

unknown to each other

I try to associate them

in my vocabulary

in my brain

and

try to tell them –

It is only their identity.

These words

sometimes

correlate with each other

and

sometimes

slip from the hand

slip from the heart

and

slip away

far away …

to the other bank of the lake

to the other bank of the river

far away

on mountains

on forts built on mountains

on ocean

on another shore of the ocean

climbing on

my heart.

 

The words

are independent.

None can

bind them,

one’s brain even

and

even boundaries of

the nations too.

 

Whenever,

I feel lonely

alone

in silence,

these words

try to tell me

songs of lakes

and

songs of springs.

 

Breeze over

green fields

and

green meadows.

 

Fearful stories

of hills

dark forests

and

history buried

in and under

the historical forts.

 

These words have

their own identity

in my heart

in my vocabulary.

 

My all words are

superb

extremely superb

to me.

 

Sometimes,

I get

some insensitive words

in the journey of life

they disturb me.

I had to keep them away

then only

I could create such poetry

from the remaining words.

 

© Hemant Bawankar

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Jagat Singh Bisht

Beautiful!

Snehal Bhute

Beautiful ??

Shelleyandra kapil

We provide words to our emotions
Sometimes we innovate to describe
Emotions.

Kundan S. Parihar

Profound.