Poems are the life and blood of the poets. In this verse that Durgesh dedicates to all his poet friends, he reviews the many virtues of poems, in Different Truths.
Though my word expressions are not so poetic. Yet, I’m proceeding little steps to refine my confined thoughts. Muse of my mind are made for the sake of mankind. My fingers are defining their destination through keyboard snapshots. Sometimes I travel in the aroma of the violet shade of tales. Sometimes my path covers with the imaginative crystals of frost. Sometimes the wilderness dislodge my destination. Sometimes my immense courage finds lost ways in the dirt of past. Hindrance never stops me to freely act. Intentions of intense feelings are my tacit pact. Be a poet before becoming a man. To ignite a rhythmic and peaceful tune like a Saint!
Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths