Poetry Is Immortal

Since Time immemorial, All the poetry that have been written, Conceived, pronounced or proclaimed, In languages and signs known and unknown, All their letters bear The molten essence of the poet's mind. All their punctuation marks bear The exhalation from the poet's heart. All their words bear a history, an epic. Be that poem one of immaculate joy, Be that poem one of perfect love, Be that poem one of pathetic plight, In all cases it comes out trampling the heart, And ultimately disappears beyond the horizon, To find a place in the outer space, perhaps, And hang on there till eternity, To vindicate, when called upon, As a witness to the poet's pellucid, immortal mind. Dhaka 23 February 2015 Copyright Reserved.