A Poet can Only Capture <br /> <br />I know not what to write! <br />Grim faces show and fade, <br />Nothing is long lasting, <br />Only these lines can capture <br />The moments of ecstasy. <br />Old moments give way to <br />New ones, happy or sad, <br />Not renewed but brand new. <br />What is truth? <br />Still? Gone? Passing? <br />Or yet to come? <br />Like droplets trickle down <br />Through old roof cleavages <br />Time slips away. <br />Oh! Poor life <br />Even the warmth of beloved hands <br />Don’t stay a little long. <br />Even within ‘tic tac’ sound <br />The staring eyes turn away. <br />‘New’ is life. <br />‘New’ is truth. <br />But I am a mere tube light <br />To enjoy its freshness. <br />A poet can only capture, <br />Capture in his lines. <br />To him moments never die!<br /><br />J thampi Jayasingh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-can-only-capture/
