Poetry is an Open Secret

Poetry is an open secret
That destroys the disquiet
Stirring in my heart.
It reaches in a trice
Those it is meant to reach.
Suddenly the ones who need to,
Will understand.
Rising in my thoughts,
It inspires movements.
The secret is,
My poetry was born
From the pangs of struggle.
Cover it if you must –
You will see it escape through
The spaces of your fingers,
Its vibrant, anguished notes
Snapping in anger,
Setting tears on fire
And flowing forth –
A river of blood-red syllables.

–Varavara Rao

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Varavara Rao is a communist, activist, naxalite sympathiser, renowned poet, journalist, literary critic, and public speaker from Telangana, India. He has been writing poetry for the last four decades.

 

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