DRIZZLING OF POETRY

When it starts drizzling
A difference in ones gait 
Is construed candidly
The more fast pearls 
Shining in the sun
The more your steps
Running in the fun
Reading the lines 
Across the poem
You remain blowing,floating
Since imagery is soft and tender
waiting once and getting ahead 
Or make a recourse to take by
Ah the sensation is sublime
The perception is peculiar 
The recollection is reverberating
And the recrudescence is rendezvous 
The depth is didactic delight
But the flight is formidable
Sharpness soars to sheer simplicity 
Imagination indulges in imagiries
Feelings fathoms the fore front of the fundamentals
All these travel more than neutrinos 
Quite confined within ambience of the poetry
At times a poem is acrid not palatable enough
To be digested easily
For its each fabric is fornicating like fuck
Getting blocked over the blinker 
The poet fights to break it into fragments 
And squeeze  away every bit of nectar 
That it hides within its nucleus
Poet is a man in millions 
While the rest are understood reptilians 
Measuring a poem makes no destination 
For the poetic destitutes whose dreams 
Die before their births  
S.P.SINGH
DAV