I met Nābhasī
I met Nābhasī in the theatre of joy,
She who was wearing a top perfume of heaven;
In the speediness of purple wind ran her moods,
Like jubilant songs of an unstoppable stream;
But she knew not in the wings was waiting someone,
Slayer of love in the drama of frustration;
Then in an intense moment of dénouement
Her fierce will became the delight of triumph.
25 December 2024
नाभसी Nābhasī: heavenly, celestial (fem)
There is a comment: “Between lines 6 and 7, is possible, more lines are needed, perhaps 6, perhaps more, to develop the will leading to victory.”
Yes, from the point of view of fuller thematic development some additional contents are necessary. I completely agree with that. But then should all that be made so explicit, in poetry stated so, as it should be in an essay? Could it not be gainfully left to the creative imagination of the perceptive reader? Each reader will then have his own presentation.
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