My Pen Found its Might

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  Soman Ragavan March 10th, 2024 19:57

  My comments on the poem "My pen found its might” by Meera Mere
  Life is indeed strange. It’s a fight since the time you can remember, a fight even against those near and supposed to be “dear” to you. In fact, quite often the battles are against one’s near ones. These are tough battles, indeed, and they take a toll on us. The scars remain for long, if not for a lifetime. Where you are supposed to find support, you find treachery, obstacles.
  “my artistic soul saw through their disguise…” : poets have inherent qualities that enable them to see what others do not see. They have qualities like extra sensory perception that enables them to see quite a lot in the minds of others, especially stuff that is hidden.
  “I fought their tyranny, broke free from their chains…” The fights are often against those quite near to us. Either you fight back or become their slave and allow them to get a victory.
  “And discovered my voice, where freedom remains….” : it is in discovering your voice that you can set yourself free from the bondage others want to impose on you. We poets take to writing to break free of chains and bondage. Writings can only be opposed by other writings and not by other means. So, our opponents can resort only to one thing : write back.
  “I pursued my passions, ignored their empty chatter…” : You are right to forge ahead and not to let others dictate your life. Your judge will be your writings, your compositions, not the vain chatter of others. Poets look at posterity and write for posterity, not for transient beings that gravitate around them.
  “Life became a bliss, as I followed what truly mattered….” : as you find out what really matters, you discover joy, because you know that your real legacy is the compositions you leave back, especially in the form of writing. “A book is the only immortality.” Quoted from the book “3000 proverbs.” Edited by Sam Phillips. New Delhi : Goodwill Publishing House, c 2017. Full acknowledgements are made to the authors, publishers and right-holders.
  “A curse turned into a boon, my pen found its might…” : in the disorder and conflicts around you, you managed to steer towards that which really matters : leaving your footprints in an immortal way. Poetry is immortal. It has been said that the pen is mightier than the sword. Entire empires that were built by force have crumbled to dust : but writings remain. Today, the most formidable weapon is the keyboard --- on the laptop, the PC, the tablet or the mobile. And the Internet represents archives that cannot be destroyed. Soman Ragavan. 11 March, 2024.
  

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    Meera MereMarch 11th, 2024 09:12

    Thank you so much for taking the time to read and conclude one of my old poem. And truly you explained every line so beautifully and deeply. Wish you a great day.