(From my poetry Collection 'Signatures')
From where did I
learn poetry?
On my watching how
a calf try standing
moments after being
born and
How a woman holds
her breath and the kicks
of the infant
knocking out for an entrance
which ends in upside down .
When a nurse checks
up
and scissors out
the entire connection,
the pathway of
tripping up generations.
and treading my
horse hoofs ,
into the realms of
written and unwritten history;
and jumping over
the wings
of the gigantic
bird named time
which returns to
inspect
if the yeast added
was enough
to leaven the bread
soften
and poet writes the
right lines
to hook up her
heart
and switching over
from her cheeks
to varying
destinations at meal times
or cycling across
and then waiting
outside the maternity ward
attending nuptials
and burials
witnessing women
standing braver
Separating the
living from the rest,
I learnt feeling
And poetry judged
how I felt
and by making hundred and one
attempts to chaff a single
better line.
Vaiyavan
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