Conversations with The Mysterious One

No poet is born – poems are born when a poet awakens from sleep! We all are sleeping poets.

The gigantic creation out there, propels any awakened person to sing a hymn of praise for the Creator – that is natural.

The poem was always there waiting for a poet to express!

Tags: creation, creator, poem, poet

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