Hola! This poem is part of my Ars Poetica – BlogchatterA2Z 2025 series, where I explore the art of poetry through 26 stanzas, each beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. Every day, a new stanza unfolds, building upon the previous ones intuitively and organically. If you’re just joining in, feel free to read from the beginning or simply dive into today’s reflection on poetry.
Stanza 15 of the Ars Poetica—Own Voice or Offer It Up?
One part of me wants to slide my name, bold,
Between the verses—
Like Kabir in his dohas,
Like Tulsidas in his Hanuman Chalisa.
But then I wonder—
Am I even close to them?
Dare I claim
What feels like a gift from elsewhere?
Perhaps I should sign it in His name.
But wait—
If these words are born of my wounds,
If the scars inked the lines,
Don’t I have the right
To call it mine?
(to be continued...)
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That was beautiful! I love how poetry is so unique to each individual—it reveals and expresses the deepest feelings. I absolutely loved it. I just discovered your post on this A2Z journey, so I’ll start by reading the poem from the very beginning. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Poetry truly does have a way of expressing the deepest feelings in such a personal way. I’m thrilled you’re starting the A2Z journey—hope you enjoy the whole process! Thanks for your kind words, Pinki 🙂