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Can Poetry Matter?

 

Can poetry matter by Rabail Anjum, aabiwritesalways
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What a stupid question! Of course, poetry matters. But, the question is why? Why does it matter? Why it is essential to have a literary personality - no I am not talking about self-help books. Poetry is the way to heaven, it is done when we can't describe feelings in words - not even in fiction. 

Can Poetry Matter?

It can matter if you have the right mindset. It liberates people. What life would be like if there was no poetry? Isn't the world would be so boring? People like me rely on the beauty of words. Words that tear us apart, words that would kill us, and make us think about our whole existence. But, why does it matter?

Why does poetry matter?

Ever wondered how a few words can shake your whole world? You whole perspectives of the world? Of thoughts, of opinions? Of everything you believe? It might not be making sense to you if poetry is just poetry for you but for me, it is a doorway to a whole new world like Artificial Intelligence. It makes our imagination run wild. With no fear of being judged, poetry has its own way of opening our hearts. Just imagine, would Rumi be famous if he had not found Shams? 

There would be no rhythm, no music, and no colours if there was no poetry. Even the God is the greatest poet and storyteller. Just observe the universe, everything is perfect with a rhythmic flow. The perfectly aligned geometry and designs are the biggest proof that poetry is not created but it has been found like the discovery of fire. 

Poetry explains complicated concepts in simple words

The beauty of poems lies in explaining complicated topics in few and simple words. I was more into Sufi poetry and I have a knack for mystic poets of South Asia. Here are some examples that explain the controversial topics in such simple words:

Kabir asks us to find God within by saying: 

"Like the pupil in the eyes
The Lord resides inside
Ignorant do not know this fact
They search Him outside." 

And when Shah Latif explains the relationship between God and Iblis, he says,

"Izareel (Satan/Iblis) was the only true lover
And all others mere charlatans," 

Isn't it amazing? 

There are millions of examples I wanted to quote but Freddie Mercury says, "True poetry is for the listener. It ruins the mystery if everything's explained."

Final thoughts

It is absurd to think that poetry cannot matter. It matters and it matters a lot. But the whole concept of literature and art is subjective. You cannot make understand anyone the essence of poems if they have not opened their hearts to it. It is for people who ponder, wonder and are self-aware. That's all for today, comment below your favourite lines till we meet again.

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