Why Give it a Name?

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Why Give it a Name?

A name and a shape,

Binding it with their bindings,

Take away all its buoyancy,

Its infinite range of directions

Into which it could

Have developed had it not

Been constrained

In its beginning.

Why is a purpose

Needed so much?

Can’t a purposeless

Growth of trees

Be imitated in

Poetry too?

Thoughts come, but

Haltingly. Not as

One wants them to,

For they are not

Slaves to one’s will.

At times they flow

Like the breaking up

Of dams

And then, there’s

Drought.

One binds and limites

By naming it,

By ending it.

Life like

A poem

Must have its freedom

If not to start,

At least to end, or grow

In a direction it wants.

To any length and breadth,

If not complete today

Neither tomorrow,

Nor  a day leter,

it may remain incomplete.

Open for all future

Completions

Fulfilments

Deletions…

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