Poetry is a choice.
A choice of interpretation. And somehow it manages to stay beautiful in every form that it takes and in every meaning that it is imparted.
Thus, I choose to start my work with a poem purposely left without a title. You are welcome to guess the theme as you read along. And kudos to you if you get it right !! And for the rest, the answer lies beneath ! So here it goes :
“Amber roasted pods go in merrily
Crackling to the crusher’s tune
Vulnerable, break open candidly
Revealing their deep dark secrets true
A concoction savor’d by the mighty Gods
And that which the devil stealthily stole
Indulgence ! They call you, thou art
A flagrant fodder for the sinful soul
You lift ’em up in dismal times,
A fiery lover on chilly winter nights
Drenched in forlorn memories old
You spin untold tales of valiant knights
O’er Lengthy talks Of dreams and ambitions
A silent witness of burning passion
You’ve seen it all and ignited it well
The spirit in Man , the zeal to excel”
I believe most of you have run your imagination on varying fronts. And I would be glad to listen to your interpretations in the comments section. 🙂
Anyway, here is the theme of the poem.