Kamala Dad Driving from my parents's home to Cochin last Friday morning, I saw my mother, beside me, doze, open mouthed, her face ashen like that of a corpse and realised with pain that she thought away, and looked but soon put that thought away, and looked out at young trees sprinting, the merry children spilling out of their homes, but after the airport's security check, standing a few yards away, I looked again at her, was, pale as a late winter's moon and felt that old familiar ache, my childhood's fear, but all I said was, see you soon, Amma, all I did was smile and smile and smile......
Humans are protected from poetry. Poetry expresses the substance or business of the universe in such a way as if they start dancing in front of the eyes of matter or business. They appear idolized. There is no need to work with wisdom to discuss their superiority or success. The inspiration of the poem makes the flow of emotions flow louder. This means that poetry is an excellent tool to stimulate emotions.