Why poetry ?
For the simple and same reason that the question represents.
"Curiosity gets the better of us". In case of humans, this curiosity can be expressed in words.
The ability to question is the inherent quality of any animal. And that ability leads to the ability to find answers.
The ability to question the self, is the quality possesed only by humans. And this questioning leads to curiosity, to passion and on and on, till an answer not only to the question but also to the reason is found.
All these are expressed in words. Words expressed, is poetry.
Word is world compressed!
-- Mohan
Archive:
Distinctly together A friend An angel by the shore
Pondering the past Cradled innocence Freedom, freedom
A blind man walking I'm alive The dove's sacrifice
Choices The evening sun Stars at night
Blinding light Miracle of life Are they worth it
Nature's symphony Let's study Deeds undone
Mother Never losing color The castle on the ship
Life seduction Do I believe in love The altar of glory
Along the human highway A caterpillar's dream In the silent hallway
"What?" "Shut up!" Journey Life exists
For the simple and same reason that the question represents.
"Curiosity gets the better of us". In case of humans, this curiosity can be expressed in words.
The ability to question is the inherent quality of any animal. And that ability leads to the ability to find answers.
The ability to question the self, is the quality possesed only by humans. And this questioning leads to curiosity, to passion and on and on, till an answer not only to the question but also to the reason is found.
All these are expressed in words. Words expressed, is poetry.
Word is world compressed!
-- Mohan
Archive:
Distinctly together A friend An angel by the shore
Pondering the past Cradled innocence Freedom, freedom
A blind man walking I'm alive The dove's sacrifice
Choices The evening sun Stars at night
Blinding light Miracle of life Are they worth it
Nature's symphony Let's study Deeds undone
Mother Never losing color The castle on the ship
Life seduction Do I believe in love The altar of glory
Along the human highway A caterpillar's dream In the silent hallway
"What?" "Shut up!" Journey Life exists
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