Many Of Today's Verses Are Prose And

Happiness, For You We Walk On A Knife Edge. To The Eyes You Are A Flickering Light, To The Feet, Thin Ice That Cracks; And So May No One Touch You Who Loves You.

Poetry Is The Art Which Is Technically Within The Grasp Of Everyone: A Piece Of Paper And A Pencil And One Is Ready.

There Is Poetry Even In Prose, In All The Great Prose Which Is Not Merely Utilitarian Or Didactic: There Exist Poets Who Write In Prose Or At Least In More Or Less Apparent Prose; Millions Of Poets Write Verses Which Have No Connection With Poetry.

I Am Perhaps A Late Follower Of Zoroaster And I Believe That The Foundation Of Life Is Built Upon The Struggle Between The Two Opposing Forces Of Good And Evil.

Too Many Lives Are Needed To Make Just One.