Am I A Mouthpiece? Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
Am I A Mouthpiece?
Perhaps I am
Alone with an untouchable
And untainted voice in me
That speaks through my poems...
I often blunder into a rare field of poetry
To sow the seeds of no high yield promise
But my fields welcome them
And I see you all watering my fields next!
In the mist of my thoughts barren
I see a green strip of a cry
And its reverberations you hear at times
So there is my poetry alive..
I am listening to your music and melodies
I am holding my breath all the while...
In the thunders of your vocabulary
At times my poetry weeps like a dumb child.
Gratefully I shall ever remember
Your kind words of all half accolades or drowning outcries
I know you are here to hold my hands with six fingers
Deformed or not I know not.
You are liberating yourselves from the woes strange
And my sixth finger ignores its brothers
And writes for me something upside down
Here I am my propagator, you know.
Intense pain of strange thoughts isolates me
And I live in a world of more than
Three dimensions often permitted by you
Then I look through its windows...
I see a cloud over my head
Fleeting unto the arid lands of past and present,
I see a fatherless God of imposed identity
Guarding a land promised for none at all!
Behind my lines hide
Perhaps a few words spoken for some of you
Who have never broken the shell
And I am there as your mouthpiece....
opening the door to something unseen, that's what a poet does always.
Oh, your poetry never weeps like a 'dumb' child, but cries like a 'clever' baby who proclaims to the world that it is hungry and has to be appeased! 'Behind my lines hide Perhaps a few words spoken for some of you Who have never broken the shell And I am there as your mouthpiece.... ' This stanza perhaps summarizes your self undertaken task to be a mouthpiece for many who feel ill at ease with the mounting corruption, injustice and disparity, but who do not have words or courage to express them! Great write!
a beautiful write. very true, very few people have the guts to break through their shells
Your poems are of high-yield variety appreciated very much by the field. The seed never the right judge for its yield. Your poems make a lot of difference for all those who read. Keep sowing the seeds.
Dinesh, very thoughtfully expressed insight into the world of lies. You see through the illusions people like to cloud the truth with and go straight to the heart of the matter. For this I greatly respect you, there is a sensitivity about you, that enables you to speak for those who don't know how to express themselves. Great poem! Thank you, RoseAnn
Whether I am right or wrong is beyond my comprehension but the inference drawn from this very outstanding piece brings basics that after selflessly nurturing seeds and seeing them growing into trees, one's labour going fruitless is quite painful and injudicious. Indeed you are very outspoken and a person upright. For this touching piece my regards for you doubly increased.......and for exquisite sensibility this piece deserves 10/10
With your courage and talent you express with great insight your intense observations in a world that likes to hide the truth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Nice well penned, a mouthpiece can be used as an earphone life through poetry and poetry through thelife thank you