“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.”
~ Robert Graves
In a multi-lingual country as ours, English is a bridge language that connects different tongues. Many in our country converse in, listen to and think in English. Naturally, many of our club members find solace in expressing their thoughts through English. Dive into their poems to appreciate the language and gain new perspectives through a unique lens!
Before he sleeps tomorrow
“He was an unopened bottle yet to be tasted”
Vines
“How does one sleep at night?”
Coward
A short poem.
Where do old birds go to die?
“Do they look for a soft place to fall? Pillow of Winds, Carpets of Grass?”
How Do I get out of My Own Head
“Don’t trust me.”
Her
“She calls herself a broken rhyme,
I call her a free verse.”
Why a Caged Bird Sings
“And alas I know, why the caged bird sings.”
