Rajnish Mishra writes

Anonymous Poems

My poems are signed anonymous,

For anonymous they are,

From somewhere they come,

Sometimes.

Who makes them?

What time?

Which place?

In what climes?

I think not I fathom it all.

I know it as true,

That there are those two

In presence of who

They come.

Catalysts of creation

Are pain and separation,

In them alone do I trust.

So, pain and separation:

Catalysts of creation,

Keep them alive I must.

Drop after drop

Of pain let drip and stain

The sheets of life.

Drop after red drop,

From raw lacerations,

Drain and drip

From wounds of separation,

And word by word

Congeal on sheets.

Let poems come,

At least sometimes.

 -- Celia Basto