My Humming Word

The new moon was riding high
On the back of sun’s seventh horse
A crazy octopus was running after her
The life on planet stood standstill…

It’s an excerpt from one of his poems.
With considerable interest and reverence
I read his compositions umpteen times
From beginning to end and vice versa.

Unable to decipher implied meaning or idea
I started cursing my own stars and Almighty
For being so miserly while blessing me
With so low an intellect and wisdom.

Metaphysics combined with mysticism
Render together a deadly combination
And so his larger than life-size poems
Remain poet’s delight and readers’ pain.

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