Description

Be it the wetness of the jungle or of any relationship, it soothes one’s life. The courtyard of the mind of the poet is fully wet, and the rain makes it all the more wet. Every newness has agony as its root mantra. Earth has gone through this agony, and the woman too goes through it. Poetry too is formed through agony poetry is an infinite measurement of deep dark flood of tears from the eyes. This poem yearns to embrace the whole world. In the poem, the poet has to converse first with one’s own self, and then with the outer world. This poetry has a conversation with everyone.