Poetry is not ,all the time , a matter of quiet contemplation, an after-fact of a rich emotion recollected in thought. It is not also a cerebral event happening in pursuit of a wordy maze, a deep exploration of fascinating thoughts that well up while following the inner logic of words. Many times it is concerned with a moment, the moment itself spurring an activity within ourselves roughly corresponding to Wordsworth's spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings. Of course Wordsworth was talking in another context, in the context of a poet's love for nature that inspires awe when he is directly confronting her in all her splendor and leads to poetic expression using imagery, figures of speech, a song's lyricism, a rhythm and all the other tools of poetry. But “spontaneous” and “overflow” are the keywords in Wordsworth's concept of poetry. Poetry is ,among other things, concerned with the “moment”,something like an electrical impulse in the poet that occurs as a direct consequence of an event or a thing or even a thought. Short poetry is the best genre that can be used to capture such moments. A long verse begins with an emotion but soon turns a maze of thought, leading one to unrelated alleyways of expression. A short poem captures an impulse and does not lose its freshness to the compulsions of keeping up with the flow of words. Words have a way of turning rebellious and the poet has a hard time preserving the original moment , the way they declare their sovereignty and take long jumps in thought leaving the moment floundering. The twenty-odd poems here are “spontaneous” poetic expressions that have happened in response to an actual event or an interaction or some times even a stray thought. The brevity of verse is designed to preserve the freshness of the moment.