My Poetry
Published in
Aug 20, 2021
My poetry is NOT a “philosophy”.
As others say, it is NOT even my own “psychology”.
It is neither “capitalism” nor “socialism”.
It is neither a “confusion” nor a mere “coincidence”.
My poetry is like “the crests and troughs of the waves
on the surface of an ocean”.
It is “as hot as the summer day”
and “as cold as the winter night”.
My poetry is like “the blood vessels of the virtuous”,
so pure yet so rare.
It is “those roses in the garden”,
so bright yet filled with thorns.
The characters in my poem are like “Bali and Vamana”,
and also like “Rama and Ravana”.
They are like “David and Goliath”.
They are also “ the two wolves, one black and one white”.
My poetry is both “the Yin and the Yang”.
