Rajesh Joshi (India)
Incomplete Poems
Incomplete poems keep gazing wistfully after their last
line, at the space left blank on paper.
Incomplete poems cherish a hope that sometime or
other they will be completed,
somewhere or other, in some poem their lines will be
made use of.
For days together, they keep knocking at our doors
intermittently, as if reminding us that “we are very
much here about.”
It’s because of jealousy perhaps that a number of times
they stop gushing forth the new poems.
Some new line is just to gush forth
that pushing it aside quickly, springs forth some
incomplete poem in oblivion.
They are the cows lost in a pasture that tracking down
their way one day come back and low outside the
closed doors.
They are the restless souls wandering round us.
But such is not always the case.
Sometimes they keep lying in deep quiet in a corner of
some piece of paper.
Incomplete poems keep gazing wistfully after their last
line, at the space left blank on paper.
Incomplete poems cherish a hope that sometime or
other they will be completed,
somewhere or other, in some poem their lines will be
made use of.
For days together, they keep knocking at our doors
intermittently, as if reminding us that “we are very
much here about.”
It’s because of jealousy perhaps that a number of times
they stop gushing forth the new poems.
Some new line is just to gush forth
that pushing it aside quickly, springs forth some
incomplete poem in oblivion.
They are the cows lost in a pasture that tracking down
their way one day come back and low outside the
closed doors.
They are the restless souls wandering round us.
But such is not always the case.
Sometimes they keep lying in deep quiet in a corner of
some piece of paper.