If detected early enough, poetry can be cured without even a whimper. If tugged at when the soil is still moist banyan saplings can be uprooted in silence. If slept over when the dawn is still hours away,

If not for anything else, this unimposing stance of poetry alone makes it extremely relevant today. I like the way poetry distances itself – like disobedient strands of hair – from the constant urges of our world to make things happen. It seems to have no inbuilt need to convince, to transform, to convert, to […]