What You Do Not See – Delhi Poetry Slam

What You Do Not See

By Nirali Bandaru 

 

In a world of thoroughly-thought words, I’m a stream of spontaneously-sung sounds.
In a world of stagnant rocks, I’m the rush of rolling stones.
In the infinite stretch of calm seas, I’m a soaring, monstrous wave.
And, in the land of ancient scripts, I’m the scent carried by winds of modern days.

Nevertheless,

I’m a flower known by saints and gurus of generations past,
a breeze of freshness breathed into traditions rotting fast.
I’m a tall, rocky mountain with the imprints of explorers manifold,
a treasure chest of conventional ideas, polished with thoughts, loud and bold.


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