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Wednesday, February 02, 2005

The truth about poetry

I have no poetry
in me;
What you see is vented steam.
It tells you nothing
about me;
I try and keep it clean
(No one ought to see
the muck leading to creation).

I have no poetry:
I simply honour the tradition
of lying in blank verse.

I try and keep it terse
as I betray sentiment, through syllable
schemes of a workable rhythm.

Poetry is but the terrible
silence after a scream.

Poetry is but let-off steam;

Read nothing into it;
Seek nothing in it.

[Another attempted jawaab. This one is better... yes?]

(C) Annie Zaidi, Jan 2005