Yes, I identify with how the poet was awestruck when the flood of inspiration first washed over him, when he drank deep for the first time the mysteries of the universe, all unlocked through that inexplicable power of sheer poetry. As he shares about that first experience his tone is rich with vivid emotions, "Some started in my soul" and the disarray of colours further augmented with the haste of which all these images first rush to his whole entity, `palpitating plantations,' `winding night', and all these I recall vividly the first time I set out to read and write poetry, and the writing skill of the poet further brings all these emotions to life.

In the first stanza the poet stutteringly recalls the first moments of discovering poetry, with the trail at the end of the line "And it was at that age...", as if he...