And then there are some who praise and exclaim, "How do you compose"?
Supposing that there is a place within that produces verse verbose
Or that it can be learnt within the hallowed walls of an institution
Where the unheeding herds bow down before the oracles of erudition
Then come some others who state that they are earnest in writing verse
And want to learn how to do it, stating that they have a writer's curse
They have heard in the salon that writing poems is a fashionable trend
And thus come to the poet seeking a device to make imagination extend
Such queries are difficult to answer, arising as they do from ignorance
The seekers know not their own heart, and have a deep mental dissonance
Their actions bely their real desires, and they are not truthful to self
And because of such delusion, they rant at the poet who is unable to help
The poet remains unmoved by such vituperation, he knows the truth of song
It doesnt come from anywhere within the material, where it doesnt belong
No, it comes from a source divine, raising a thunder that echoes from sky
Emerging as a torrent unstopped, it reflects a source, unseen by the eye
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This has reference to your composition entitled “Poet’s Origin”. Creating a verse of quality is certainly a work of art that has its origin in the divine spark in the poet’s mind. It certainly is not something that can be learnt simply by sitting at a Master’s feet or by attending a class room lecture. As you have rightly implied in your verse, it is this effulgence from the core of divinity in the poet’s mind that translates itself into verses of impeccable quality.
However this core of divinity is present in the hearts of all created beings. But because of the dross of materialism that covers it, in most cases it finds only a very feeble external expression and in some extreme cases, it does not manifest itself at all. So the difference really is in quantity rather than in quality.
Very often this core of talent in a person’s mental makeup, remains dormant, until it is catalysed into frenetic expression, by an event, which might appear to an external observer, as totally insignificant.
Some incidents which bear out the truth of this statement come to mind and are mentioned below.
Mohandas Gandhi, the England educated Barrister, who was a great admirer of the British system of governance, and who was entirely pro British till his early forties, was catapulted onto the pathway of blossoming into a Mahatma, by the well chronicled incident, of his being thrown out of the first class compartment of the railway train in South Africa. From then on there was no looking back for him, until he succeeded in bringing the mighty British empire to its knees and securing independence for a country of 300 million people from the 250 year old domination by perhaps the biggest and most powerful colonial power in human history. The distance that the Mahatma, had traveled since that triggering incident in South Africa, cannot be better described than by quoting the words uttered by Albert Einstein, when he heard about the Mahatma’s assassination., and I quote-= “Generations from now, people will find it difficult to believe that a man such as this walked the earth in flesh and blood”-unquote.
To cite a second example, it took a mere touch of the Master, Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, to convert, the notorious near atheist and baiter and heckler of the saffron clad community, Narendranath, into a spiritual aspirant of the highest order. In fact it is on record that, after Naren went into sahaja samadhi at the touch of the Master, Ramakrishna is said to have stated in amazement, and perhaps even with a bit of envy, that Naren had achieved in a single moment, what, he himself had to spend almost a life time to achieve.
It was an incautious and taunting remark, of his brother, which prompted Venkataramana, the thirteen year old boy to leave his home in Madurai, and tread the path of realization until he blossomed into the Saint Ramana Maharishi of Thiruvannamalai, years later.
Agatha Christie, who as a teenager had neither the intention nor the inclination to be an author, was set on the path to become, one of the world’s most widely read story writers, by the sheer accident of her mother, suggesting to her that she could try her hand at story writing, to overcome the boredom of which she had complained, when she was constrained to take complete bed rest, for a few days, due to some passing illness.
Admittedly and without any vestige of doubt, this torrent of heart warming verse, pouring out from your pen, is an indication of the effulgent spark of divinity within you. What triggered this latent spark into this outpouring of impeccable verses, which have on them the stamp of consummate craftsmanship, is something which you may probably be able to identify. However that may be, what you should now do is to realise that this is indeed a precious gift of God, accept it in true humility, and develop it to your full potential, and who knows what miracles, the fates may still have in store for you.
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