Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Cruel Poetry

Sunken eyed beggar
Begs my poet on the road
Then a poem came

P.S. I'm off for a week now. Will be back with updates to make up for the time. In the meantime comments on this poem are welcome.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

When virtue and vice themsleves are (but) material for art, to what corner do what corners of his mind should the artist dispatch 'suffering' ?!

I have a childish fancy for these types of "making of the poem" poems. Gives an illusion of closeness because the poet is pretending to take the reader backstage. Good one.

Agnibarathi said...

@Parvati - You would be one? Beggar or poet? ;)
@MSP - Thanks a lot. You've pretty much hit what I had in midn when I wrote this one.