Sharmistha Chatterjee, you are free to interpret poetry as it appears to you. The poet's mind is difficult to access and frequently missed is his intent in a word, a line and in a poem as such. Poetry, thus, ever remains the elusive expression of the poet's thoughts and feelings and it seldom receives resonant readership from minds with variant attuning.
IN RESONANT RESPONSE TO A READER
But the words that flow from the poet's heart,
Should they move men, though, they depart
From the sense, essence of the flow
To the drift they lend in their own glow,
Shall fill, fulfil fair muse's rhyme
And beat to pulse and pulse to chime
Till merrily, merrily all are done
And the tide takes on for the run.
The boat sets sail on windy sea,
Carries pilgrims of fair poesy
Beyond the realm of name and form
Unto the space where there's no norm
And all are free in ecstasy.
No law to bind, no form to hold,
No metre, measure, to catch one cold.
There no meaning seeks its term
And poesy flows through spatial worm.
There be free, my readers three
To feel thy moods in my poesy.
Composed by Sugata Bose
IN RESONANT RESPONSE TO A READER
But the words that flow from the poet's heart,
Should they move men, though, they depart
From the sense, essence of the flow
To the drift they lend in their own glow,
Shall fill, fulfil fair muse's rhyme
And beat to pulse and pulse to chime
Till merrily, merrily all are done
And the tide takes on for the run.
The boat sets sail on windy sea,
Carries pilgrims of fair poesy
Beyond the realm of name and form
Unto the space where there's no norm
And all are free in ecstasy.
No law to bind, no form to hold,
No metre, measure, to catch one cold.
There no meaning seeks its term
And poesy flows through spatial worm.
There be free, my readers three
To feel thy moods in my poesy.
Composed by Sugata Bose
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