guliver ki chauthi yatra

Prosaic Poetry

Crossing ancient poets’ rosy garden of rhymes
I have entered prosaic poetry’s dry domain
Where only my inborn spirits arouse me sometimes
And bring me back to my earlier self again
But why should I in a labyrinth waste my time
Without even a drop of water to quench my thirst
Poetry is the harmonious expression of feelings
sublime
And not just prose in unmetered poetic outburst

November 2010