Bhavna Patel

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Bhavna Patel
Posted over 1 year ago
What is your poetry?
Thank you for your kind words. Here is another lovely poem Sarina wrote for her favorite teacher. Fire Of Knowledge Fine language spawned, In a brilliant, golden heart like yours, Is enough a flame kindled by Passionate knowledge. It's strong enough to be alit, Once more by the next strong pupil, Such as myself. With such an inspirational spark And a fire shining bright Wisdom flourishing is unstoppable As the next eager person carries the fire. A mentored pupil so fiercely willing, To be well educated, to fight for literature; tooth and nail. Therefore triumphs true, proving the taught ambition, Of such an immaculate, excellent teacher. For that reason, my thoughts are layered with gratitude, As I would repay you over for the many blessings bestowed. The countless hours battling and absorbing, Wondering and questioning, Brainstorming and negotiating, Were clearly not put to utter waste. Thank you, my awesome teacher, for all that you've done. Sarina Patel, age 10.
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Bhavna Patel
Posted over 1 year ago
What is your poetry?
Pabitra - Thank you for this conversation! My poetry is my amazing 10 year old daughter, Sarina who has a passion for writing poems. She wrote the following poem: Poetry can be brilliantly brash and bold, It too can also be evanescent Reminiscent of the kindred soul Which never perishes or deteriorates within Left unstrung after the battles are fought Splattered with blood and wounded, But never fatally injured. Deserted harshly; left to investigate the complicated mysteries of the universe. All the thrilling sensations can be condensed into the most cramped of childish curlicue. Those are the finer pieces of writing because of their eagerness to explore, and the jovial youth, That nobody can seem to find etched into the weary lines of adult faces. Poetry- so expansive and generously caring, Infused with juvenile frustration and zesty attitudes, Can create the perfect type of literature... The one that can lighten you when you're suffering, The type of writing that can amuse and delight you on the loveliest of days. Poetry is the human spirit, the flighty and brave essence of what we have evolved into, As kindhearted people with big eyes and open hands, That may even see the world with sightless eyes yet still acknowledge your presence warmly. That may even hold out their hands for you to take them and step into your new future. Poetry is what we have become as human beings, What has come and what will come. A mysterious, sweet, clear, and peaceful sound that you can hear if you listen quite intently. This is the fascinating world of poetry that speaks directly to me.