From where do these poems come?
We are just a medium
transmitting the music and its echoes
… of a time and a space.
The scent of an era
The flavour of an age
woven with love into rhythmic tales
bound into books, released into poetic streams
once the writer has found his final grace.
Will a new dawn brings about a condensation
Of our evaporated thoughts?
Will our words come back to earth again
to shadow another unwary being with a porous soul
hitting on him with words and verses
giving birth to a new poet again?