Sunday, October 11, 2015

THE LANDSCAPE OF THE BAROQUE

Profusion may proliferate, wildly
Even within a putative norm
Amid the uncanny silence,boding ill
In the eye of a storm
Needle point may be the crevice
Through which threads of abundance unravel
The landscape , trodden , may be vast
Which divided selves travel
Spillage of the excessive might
Staunch the constrained
Conceiving of unmitigated repression being
Rather hare brained
Form may attenuate a fragmented content
Revealing, within the watertight, spurious intent

1 comment:

  1. I don't know enough about the period known as the baroque so my comment may seem foolish. Does this poem, Bharat, deal with what may be termed "false appearances?"

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