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You have the knack of using simple words to convey something very profound; something the words were not originally destined to convey.
I have been an avid reader of English poetry for some time. But I got vexed when poets started using very difficult words beyond the reach of prosaic people like me. I first started using dictionary for reference and then I found out I was reading more of the dictionary than of the poem.
But I am at home with poets like you; to whom even small and simple words pay their homage and yield their fullest meaning to help you achieve your poetic mission.
You pulled my heart strings with these words:
She is left to the earth and winds
By the mother who proceeds nonchalantly to
Bear only sons!
Are such womenAmbika, may your tribe increase!
Mothers or man – making machines?
Women so heartless to finch at a girl
But who don’t mind bleeding and dying for
The pride called son!
The tribe of women and the tribe of good poets like you.
Thanks for giving us a good poem.
Without you IL was very prosaic.
love and regards,