This poem entitled “The Changing Face of Poetry” is my tribute to Mr. K.S. Rajah as a family man, a leading lawyer and especially as President of the Sri Aurobindo Society, Singapore
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A. Pancharatnam
The Changing Face of Poetry
The word-smith arranged, a tributary
of words, the building bricks of poetry,
To create a poetic-body, and a beating heart,
To give it life, with a lilting start,
To craft a poem, a practiced art.
Poems are written, for the world to read,
Poetic messages, for us to heed,
A condensed style, with figures of speech,
Pregnant ideas, born to teach,
A profound poem, a message with reach.
Shakespeare’s dramas, are in poetic form,
A poetic tongue, was a daily norm,
Today’s tongue is of beauty gone,
When will the word again, be of beauty born?
Perhaps when Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Burns
and others are reborn.
And now poetry breaks a new dawn,
Sri Aurobindo’s poem, Savitri is new born,
The greatest cosmic poem, in the English language,
A vast canvas of a new-age message,
To break the ancient seals of human bondage.
A legend, a symbol, of spiritual splendor,
A colossal epic, of immaculate grandeur,
Nearly twenty-four thousand lines of esoteric revelation,
An advent, for man’s liberation,
From mental, to supra-mental transformation.
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A. Pancharatnam
The Changing Face of Poetry
The word-smith arranged, a tributary
of words, the building bricks of poetry,
To create a poetic-body, and a beating heart,
To give it life, with a lilting start,
To craft a poem, a practiced art.
Poems are written, for the world to read,
Poetic messages, for us to heed,
A condensed style, with figures of speech,
Pregnant ideas, born to teach,
A profound poem, a message with reach.
Shakespeare’s dramas, are in poetic form,
A poetic tongue, was a daily norm,
Today’s tongue is of beauty gone,
When will the word again, be of beauty born?
Perhaps when Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Burns
and others are reborn.
And now poetry breaks a new dawn,
Sri Aurobindo’s poem, Savitri is new born,
The greatest cosmic poem, in the English language,
A vast canvas of a new-age message,
To break the ancient seals of human bondage.
A legend, a symbol, of spiritual splendor,
A colossal epic, of immaculate grandeur,
Nearly twenty-four thousand lines of esoteric revelation,
An advent, for man’s liberation,
From mental, to supra-mental transformation.
1 comment:
Dear Readers,
Please note that in the last paragraph of the poem by Mr. Pancharatnam the line..."Nearly twenty-four thousand times of esoteric revelation" should read as Nearly twenty-four thousand "lines" of esoteric revelation instead.
We did advice on the error but it was unfortunately not incorporated in time and hence this follow up note. We however hope you enjoyed the poem nevertheless.
Kind Regards
P.Jeyaratnam
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