POET A CHILD

A place
A hill
Or a river
Or gathering of trees or houses
Say, a landscape, holds the poet
To its breast and suckles him-
The poet is its child
The poet nevertheless a wandering goblin
A vagabond-
He becomes the child of another place too,
From its geography
He milches the geometry of the land
His eye records the slim elegance
Of lines and curves capturing the grammar
Its speech-
A simple and impetuous child
Alone can walk into
The dreamy labyrinths
Of a poem-

 ~Seshendra~

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