The Destiny of a Poem
Helly Shah
The destiny of a poem is to appear. Like a fruit The flower of a thought Blossoms, then disintegrates itself Knowing it serves a purpose Larger than its appeal. The writer’s job; simply To reveal like a magician A rabbit out of a hat, And the reader’s; simpler To pretend The rabbit was not burrowed in Trees made of magic. Reader pretends the poem didn’t already exist within.
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Chaicopy | Vol V | Issue II
