I am writing a few poems as some ideas cropped inside me. I am not a poet and do not know the craft of poetry. Yet some impulses arose within me and sought a shape and that resulted in the poems. I know most of you do not like my poems but the taste is totally private and distinct.
At this moment poetry is occupying me and imagination and passion is flooding my mind.
This is the youthfulness of me, maturity or ripeness in age, spirit, emotion and imagination. Yet the words and style needed for versification is wanting a bit