A Few Stanzas For The Life Of A Poet
So many questions
No one knows how the poets,
Riding Pegasus, choose their way.
For no charity, they would obey.
Words are their imaginary bullets.
They don’t need perfumed glory,
And do not put ash over words.
If they close their minds, it hurts.
All they need is to write a new story.
Is it about a lost little bee?
Having no hive, it is fighting for life…
The poet would see its lonely, tough strife!
Who else has eyes this beauty to see?
If all the poets for an instant vanish
This world will drive into the blue.
Imagination is the magic clue
For the darkness to erase and banish!
Creating poetry is a magical act of art and I subdued the impulse to reveal my feelings in this a bit pathetic way, by drawing a perfect picture of the poet’s soul, mind and heart. It is a kind of celebration of this unique…