If You Follow My Poem's Flight Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

If You Follow My Poem's Flight

Rating: 4.9


If you follow my poem's flight,
Pray, hold it under no search light,
Worse, under prying microscope,
Nor keen discreet ears, I do hope.
Let not your mind's curious mouse
Set loose, probing thru all its house,
Nor walk into its private rooms
Nor dig out my fragile hope's tombs,
Nor look for undue nuances
On words used between its two lines—
Poems mature slow like good wines,
Else, its delicate heart may cease.

And O look not for a secret switch
To illumine its dark precincts,
If need be, curb all your instincts,
No light, the switch shows up false itch.
Nor too much dig into the line,
Nor find fault with given design,
Search not so hard, what's left unsaid
More crucial is than what is said;
Nor, dear reader, try to hammer
It down, nor humiliate my piece—
A mother loves her child as is,
A privilege is it of her!

Pray, tie it not down, nor torture,
Nor analyse it part by part,
Not of statistical nature,
It's a piece of personal art—
Product of heart more than of head,
A bird free to sing her fond song
That can be right, nor ever wrong,
Nor yet, I plead, give it a grade.
Be wary then whenso you read,
It helps these dos and don'ts to heed,
When you choose my poem to read—
Poem to me, to you a weed!

So pray, spare your critical dart,
It has a delicate li'le heart.
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Musings | 06.07.11 |

Friday, October 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 01 November 2019

You write beautifully well and I like your style of writing. Your seeming effortless ease at creating verses with rhythmic splendour, is not only appropriate but also poetically remarkable.

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Aniruddha Pathak 01 November 2019

Thank you for the good words, but I am not sure if my poems are appreciated by larger audience/readership which seem to be deep in modern poetry. I must thank you. Very few poets now like/appreciate this old style.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 04 November 2019

A bird free to sing her fond song/That can be right, nor ever wrong...so true sir! My great pleasure reading this fabulous poem time and again!

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Aniruddha Pathak 04 November 2019

A poet like you visiting my poem again and again, what more can one really want? Thank you so much, I'm indebted.

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Bharati Nayak 05 November 2022

A poem is like one's own child, like one's flesh and blood, so dearand so delicate.It should not be held under search light to find any defects, but to be loved and adored.If you do not have something nice to say, please be quiet.

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Bharati Nayak 05 November 2022

An awesome poem! Everytime I read, it gives me immence joy.Your words flowing wonderfully, telling why and how a critique should approach while reading a poem.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 15 November 2020

Revisiting this poetic gem. " Its a piece of personal art- Product of heart more than of head" Beautiful lines from a great poem.

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Bharati Nayak 09 May 2020

If you follow my poem's flight, Pray, hold it under no search light, Worse, under prying microscope, Nor keen discreet ears, I do hope. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It's a piece of personal art— Product of heart more than of head, A bird free to sing her fond song That can be right, nor ever wrong,

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Unica Hija 08 April 2020

Very well-written! A poet loves his poem as a mother loves her child. To my poem list and full marks.!

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Aniruddha Pathak 12 April 2020

Thanks indeed, but I really hope the comments on poetry are not so one sided. Pl let me know dear poet if you see any merit in this observation.

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