Small is beautiful and as potent as big if not less. Do you know what sustains life in the giant sunderbans in the ganges delta? It is the crabs. They clean up the river in a gigantic sweep on a daily basis without which the mangrove forests would have drowned in its own sludge ages ago. Or rather they would never have even gone on to become a forest. To what effect would that have affected the course of our civilization is left to reader's imagination. So what I am really getting at here?
Ernest Hemingway confessed that one of the most difficult works of his life is actually a story which he wrote in only 6 words. It goes like this: "For sale: Baby shoes; Never worn." And I can imagine the kind of satisfaction not merely literary but emotionally he must have felt after this mammoth accomplishment. During the most difficult times of despair I have always held to writing poetry, because I know only poetry has the power to reach out the deep, deep recesses of my heart and bring out something which I always wanted to but somehow coundn't.
Great poets have survived wars, famines, partitions, loss being a mere witness to history so that one day they will recount every single thread of their emotions through their poems. So you see poems are in a way the most trustworthy and honest companion of ones life.
To be contd....