A writer is a rogue goose. All other gees fly in a flock formation; every goose knows his place and time for honking. The rogue goose is undisciplined. He leaves the formation indiscriminately to have a look at it from aside. He roams back and forth, takes a peep at the leader, honks a little bit from behind, distracts everyone and writes on what he sees. Time passes and as he wants to return back to his place he discovers someone else there. Thus he either has to wait until they land for rest or join another flock in emigration. Those other birds could be cranes or storks or even crows. If he makes it he will become a rogue again. Wherever he goes and whatever he writes he never reaches a destination or enjoys a landing. There is only God and skies above and beyond. This is a Kipling’s God of fair Beginnings. And the only way for a writer to make peace with the Deity is through the language of Poetry.
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