Friday, 6 January 2012

AN UNKNOWN POET AT INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST, 2011, GUNTUR, INDIA.

Asim Kumar Paul at International Poetry Fest, 2011, Guntur, India. Photo taken by poet, Dr. Dalip Kumar Khetarpal, on 11.11.2011 


AN UNKNOWN POET AT INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST, 2011, GUNTUR, INDIA.

I have come here on my own,
As I love poetry and any activity on it, too.
Only I have a telephone talk with the authority
On 06.11.2011 for reading my poem there,
And I am not contributor of their poetry collection
THE FANCY REALM, edited by
Dr. P. Gopichand and Dr. P. Nagasuseela, both poets, 
The two intelligent masters of organizational capability,
I love them.
I feel honored by their good, charming personalities.

I stay there in well established accommodation,
I eat South Indian delicious foods.
We, with many renowned poet delegates, assemble in a group
On a balcony, from where a new cricket ground is seen,
Lovely green grass grown there, maintained with great care, 
Given shape of a garden, having cricket pitch 
In middle of the shafts of grass,
And I have enjoyed fine morning there sitting on a chair
On the balcony, birds come and go, and 
The sunrays beam softly over the shades of green,
A country life, a beautiful vibrant Indian essence of life,
My journey is good one, and I think I would have missed the charm
If I do not venture alone for the long journey along with seasons.
I am moved. 

When I am requested to read my poem
I feel love and a free mind to tell all my love,
A worthy feeling, to present my words
On a stage, about the life that sings in my heart,
That comes in my mind when I am moving in trains, 
A long way, being it fair way, pertaining a break journey, 
To gain beauty of life, a crystal engrave in my feeling,
That comes in life, in sensation, amused in hearts,
With firmness, with full smile, with beautiful profile sparking in eyes.
I wrap my words with three events that I see on the way,
Small things saved from life’s shifting on event after event,
And I present my poems in series, about open vowel and consonants of life, in complete sentences, a form of duration of life’s existence, 
It is the retrospect and the world space of life, I love it, and I adore it, 
And I love with a loving kiss, taking love in my life’s rhetoric bit. 
-Asim Kumar Paul, 19.12.2011.
Note: This poem is previously posted in Google+, and Facebook, and in another poetry site. Here picture and poem are assembled afresh. 


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