"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." CARL SANDBURG
I enjoyed reading Saru Singhal's first poem today and thought of sharing my first poem with you as well. This one I wrote in the first year of college. It was published in the college magazine. Hold your breath! Long back in 1960! I don’t know what inspired me. But I do remember one thing that I wrote a poem in my mother tongue Punjabi when I was in primary school and proudly sent it on a post card to children’s programme which was broadcasted from All India Radio JALANDHAR in those days.The propensity to write started early in life but somehow it got derailed on the way.
As regards William
Wordsworth’s definition “Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of
powerful feelings: It takes its origin from emotions recollected in
tranquility.” From preface to ‘Lyrical Ballads.’ His theory of poetry is
beautifully exemplified in his famous poem “THE DAFFODILS.”
I feel poetry comes from the intensity of
feelings on observing something or thinking about something, which leaves a profound
impression on your mind. The ideas churn in the mind for a while. Then the
person longs to be left alone to recollect the effect and put it in words,
which best describe the experience. Poetry to be able to touch our hearts takes
its birth in the ‘sense and sensibility’ of deeply sensitive people.
I fail to
recall one line. The poem was titled: ‘MY DESIRE’
O God bless
me,
A lovely valley of flowers,
A hut of
sandy earth,
To pray thee in sad hours.
Thy is the
real kingdom,
Bless me life without hate.
Oh survivor,
don’t be late.
I really feel amused at the seriousness of mind at that young age.
Friends, your take on the first Scribble of mine.
